Open Thread

All my animal friends are dead and gone—the heavy black outdoor cat who dropped bloody rabbit corpses in my shrine room as a gift.

The standard poodles who needed crazy long walks and lots of loving. The labradoodles, the German Shepards.

I loved them all, walked them all and fed them all.
Roasted yak and lamb bone broth with carrots, yams and squash over organic kibble.
All the world’s dispossessed should eat so well.
And now I feed the birds who come around.
I still cook for a select few, keeping my hand in the game.

Staying in touch with basic intelligence and goodness as I understand it in a world on fire.

Keep an open heart my friends, and stay forever young.