It finally happened. After 10 year of blogging, after writing 350 essays, each approximately 1,000 words, I sat down to write this morning, and I had nothing to say. Nada. Zip. Blanca. I know, I know, praise be to Allah, right…?
Could be the well has run dry. Could be the pump is broken. More likely though, the guy with his hand on the pump handle also has it on too many other things of late; work, mom, friendships, exercise, meditation, and the stewarding and walking of his mammal.
I do a lot of that these days; the dog walking that is. Stroodle walks in a style that he and I call, Comando. That is, Stroodle walks off leash. He just sniffs his way in the best possible direction as I keep him out of fights, and offer him small bites of animal protein when we are done.
A veterinarian once told me that we (humans) see beauty with our eye, and a dog sees aesthetic beauty with his nose. This ideal brings me much peace, as Stroolde and I spend time together daily, appreciating beauty wherever we may go.
Rather than force an essay this week — one which just isn’t there, I’m going share some of my favorite iPhone pictures from the last couple of years, many of which were taken on sniffing hunts with Stroodle.
From Nederland to Moss Landing, central Utah, Carlsbad, Pt. Lobos, and right here in Fallbrook, I hope you enjoy. I hope to have a new essay up in a week or two. Be well… Jhciacb
Please check back in two weeks to see what happens when I push the STOP button on the blender in my head. Oh, and there is this from Ronnie Land & Slim Chance. Enjoy!