"Because you, more than anyone I have ever known loved being alive." L.B.H.

Lupe and I must have walked the loop at Hoopes Park a thousand times, or more. In ten-degree freezing black ice, navigating lethal dangerous walkways (and fallen more than once), on grey-cloud, weepy wet gloomy days. You name it. We’ve dredged through it. It helps, ya’ know. The walk. To free the brain from the pressure, dark and dangerous thinking. Easing up, releasing the unrelenting anxiety. When we walk past the white pristine house

for the love of a dog

Wouldn’t it be lovely if kindness, loyalty and showers of affection were our biggest faults? Wouldn’t it though? It would be awfully, awfully nice. It is lovely in the company of my shadow. The spirit animal who teaches me patiently and without judgement the crazy curious inexplicable mystery that is uncomplicated love. For one glorious moment I forget, all the exhausting complicated human parts. I’m free. On the walk. I don’t care how I look on the outside,