Post 25: An Exceedingly Post-Modern Apocalypse Now

Great skies, there've been

It's the end of the world as we know it. Post that. It's after the end of the world as we know it, or, in some ways, so I may hope. Because if all this was for anything, surely it was to make some lasting changes to the rabid, grasping, consume-fest we've been partaking in. 

And if one thing makes a difference, it's gratitude. Everybody's doing it! So let's get in there. For my own mental wellness, I'm starting up this gratitude blog again, and lordy, it's time, it's time, it's time. If 'everybody practising gratitude' is the one thing that sticks from this whole thing, that will be a fine result. We don't get to choose everything that sticks, but we do get to choose that. Because nobody can practise your gratitude for you. It's up to you. Do it. Or do what you like. I'm in. 

I am blessed with a dog who is Actually Golden. She glimmers on the tips or her fur-hairs. She is silky of cheek, howly in a good way (a spoon-nosed happy gr-howl, she makes, when she is pleased to see you, be you dog or person) and she barks at tractors, wheelbarrows and anything upside-down. She flumps her body onto any part of mine, sleeps in the C of my side-sleeper legs whenever she can (above the covers).

I'm also blessed with the company of a scruffy prince of a dog, straggled, doe-eyed and solid as a wall (more in the way he is than the meat of him - he's more fur than anything else). He does and indignant growlette with a backwards walk when he wants 'pudding' after his meal. He has brains to burn and he communicates his wishes clearly. This one's a bed-burrower. He'll make a very quiet barklet, waits for the lift of a peek of duvet, then in he gets and settles along the bottom half of the bed, pack pressed against my legs. 

I realised today, in conversation with two fine beings Emily and Tim, that one thing I miss since 'Two Metres' became a thing, is touch. The uncomplicated nourishment of it. Hugs of greeting and goodbye, playful touch, companionable touch, massage (I have been LOVING giving more massages, was about to start up a massage, yoga and coaching combo thingy, with an embodiment focus). So these two dogs bear the brunt of my gratitude today for their willingness to nuzzle, play and love me stroking them. You hairy little saviours, you. I love you.