Percy ate the Bhagavad Gita

Our new dog, named for the beloved poet,
Ate a book which unfortunately we had
Left unguarded.
Fortunately it was the Bhagavad Gita,
Of which many copies are available.
Every day now, as Percy grows
Into the beauty of his life, we touch
His wild, curly head and say,
“Oh, wisest of little dogs.”

Mary Oliver
Many Miles

Rowing at the gym this evening, I listened to “Mary Oliver reading Mary Oliver”. This short poem about Percy touched me, brought a bit of perspective to my day, and raised a self-deprecating smile.

Oh, Mary, what a great teacher you are!

Don’t let little things wind you up. Percy ate the Bhagavad Gita? Well isn’t it great we can get hold of another? Pat the little guy’s curls and delight in his having taken wisdom unto himself! Yes: that feels better. So, so much better.

And hey, thirty minutes rowing seemed only five.

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