I'm rearranging the sidebars on the blog this morning; moving the loss playlist to a more prominent place to better reflect the mood given the recent passing, yup death, of my editor-encourager Blossom. There's nothing like a dog beside a desk to make sure there are frequent breaks and forest walks; to provide a necessary balance for all that time spent in one's head. With each significant loss in my life (usually people but sometimes pets), a song has arrived; sometimes on the radio while driving, or recommended by a friend, today the next selection for a choir. It's played on repeat and plants itself deep within the loss compartment that holds, well, everything hard.
If you are a dog person, or are trying to understand the dog people you know, take a look at Dog Days in Mosaic Through East-Facing Glass. The essay entitled Stitching was written after that book was published; get in touch with me if you'd like to read it.
