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Stories that Maybe May Be-The Secret In the Snow

© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2016

The Secret In the Snow

 He gave P-Nut one last hug and one last whisper, “Hurry!”

He gave P-Nut one last hug and one last whisper, “Hurry!” From The Secret In the Snow © Jo Hewitt 2016


Asher and Parisa had spent the day searching for the Secret in the Snow, from the last twinkle of the Morning Star until the Sun, tired of climbing higher and higher, leading them and their dog P-Nut through the snow covered meadows and wooded areas to  the hidden opening of the cave where the Rainbow Fish swam on summer days, decided it would stop and begin the trek back to the world on the other side of night. It was then, when they had carefully stepped inside the cave they saw it. It was amazing like nothing they had seen before.

The snow had followed them. It’s foot steps getting bigger and bigger to match the shadow it was leaving on the land. They wanted Mommy and Daddy to see the cave and the secret inside. But if they left now, the Snow would hide the opening to the cave forever and ever. They decided to stay, to guard the opening to the cave and its magic. They would send P-Nut back to get Mommy and Daddy, to bring them to the cave with the Secret.

Parisa kept watch on the growing Snow as Asher whispered into P-Nut’s ear, “Go get Mommy and Daddy! Bring them here.”

He gave P-Nut one last hug and one last whisper, “Hurry!”

And then they waited.




Haiku and Loku Days-Blanket of Love: Let Sleeping Dogs and Babies Lie

© Jo Hewitt THE TEAL MANGO, 2012

The other morning, The SSB Drever woke up before dawn, which this time of year is not difficult. When she wakes up she stands on top of me, or pounces me, to see if I am awake, too. She was awake, her bladder was awake, after her pouncing me, my bladder was awake, so I guess I was awake, too. We commenced the morning ritual: stops at the bathroom, kitchen, and potty outside. Sometimes we mix it up (the order, not who goes where) depending whose need is more pressing and urgent.

I had to go into work that day, but this was way too early. So after the mandatory stops and breakfast for the Dreve and water for me, we went back to bed. I set to play a recording of a soft rainstorm and we snuggled back in bed, me under the blankets, SSB on top of the blankets, me curling around her. I listened to and fell in step to her breathing rhythm while I petted her and gave her soft “scritchies” around her ears.

I know it is not for everyone, but I like having Sadie Stella Bella sleeping next to me. I love her warmth, the rhythm of her breathing, even when it is a snort or a snore. At one time, my younger daughter and her two dogs lived with me. I relished the few times all three dogs would pile in to nap with me.

It is not just with dogs. I have heard that cat owners experience the same thing. And years ago, I loved when my children- babies, toddlers, preschoolers-would snuggle next to me to sleep.

It is not just the warmth of their bodies or the rhythm of their breathing; it is the warmth of the energy of their souls and the rhythm of life. Dogs, because that is how they are, and children, free from so much of the stress and worries of this world, are in another space in slumber, their soul energy freely reaches out, and softly blankets all around with a pure, other worldly, energy of love.

Blanket of Love

Children’s, animals’,
in soft slumber, love, set free,
soothing, blankets me.
20-0007 breakfast in bed
Breakfast in Bed by Mary Cassatt

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