It is the edges of things that are
often most interesting and where
secrets lie if we are willing to uncover


As I was walking in the fields this
morning with Philo, thinking about
Blossom and how many years she
romped these grasses, there was
always something to pounce on,
just out of reach in the edges –
the red fox we could not see,
a red squirrel, a mouse nest,
a bird in the brush, things
hidden and quiet on the edges.

The plants are most interesting
in the edges as well, more bio-diversity,

healthier plants like this mullein
whose ancient torch of yellow flowers
provided light when dried and coated
with oil and whose leaves ease sprains and

And on the pond

the frogs slide into the cool mud
and the muskrat glides just under
the water to eat the vegetation
that grows along the edge.
In the edges of my grief I will try
and find the hidden things that
Blossom’s passing will teach
me about the way to go forward.

3 Responses to “Edges”

  1. Elizabeth October 24, 2009 at 9:43 pm #

    What a magic pond!
    So exciting to see the mullein as I used it in a children's story as a healing herb.
    Yes, edges and doorways and puddles and windows
    all lead us from one place to another.
    Your dog looks so lovely.

  2. Leslie October 26, 2009 at 2:49 am #

    Such a beautiful post Corrine. I'm so sorry about Blossom. I know how difficult it must be.

  3. sherry ♥ lee October 27, 2009 at 3:31 pm #

    It is hard to lose someone you love (and I include our animal someones in this) and to carry on without them. To visit places that reminds you of your special someone, for you, your Blossom is so bittersweet. If you stop and feel and be calm, I believe you will feel Blossom's spirit with you whenever you visit those very special spots.

    I see your angel work — on Kim's blog with the beauty that you sent to her. Anyone with as open a spirit as you have is most assuredly going to feel the love and presence of a beloved pet. ♥

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