Kenzie Blue

You can teach an old dog new tricks. In two years, Kenzie has come a long way with us. She used to be afraid of anyone who got too close to her. Physically, she would freeze in place. But, she kept her distance emotionally, too. Kenzie seemed to always expect the worst.

With consistent rules, routine, healthy diet and treat program, we all wore her down. Of course, at the root of all of this is love. Gradually, Kenzie caught onto this. She learned that Stella is her BFF, sister, and her anchor. Of course, Stella is the reluctant alpha-dog. Yet, she showed Kenzie the ropes, as well as the finer things in life.

Kenzie learned that good manners will get you healthy treats. She learned how to sit still, and how to shake hands (“Friends?”). She learned the wonders of freedom in a huge fenced yard, too. And, that squirrels are very fast. Kenzie learned about being a family dog.

Kenzie learned about comfy beds, and that they can be shared with cats. Who knew? She also found out that cats are actually pretty cool. Choe Jo taught Kenzie how to cuddle.  She learned how to accept love.

It took Kenzie quite awhile to realize that this is a permanent arrangement. Once she realized that we are all safe and that she is safe with us, she developed separation anxiety. She could not bear the thought of Stella being away from her. She was terrified if we left home without her. Her panic was obvious. That was when Kenzie started carrying our socks around. She would steal them, put them in her bed, and sleep with them. She still does. But, it’s okay, because she feels better when she has our socks.

At eleven years old, Kenzie is right where she is meant to be. She is safe, loved, spoiled, and happy. She has several cat siblings who hang around her. She loves to run and gets the zoomies at least once a day. Her Sheltie sister, Stella, helps her run them off. When the zoomies are all depleted, there are nice comfy beds to relax in. She is happy,  secure, and she is Home. 

Life is good. Right, Kenzie? Happy, happy, happy. We plan on keeping it that way, too. 

 ~Happy 11th Birthday, Kenzie Blue~
We love you very much!


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The Cat on My Head



The lake stirs above and roils below,
with stories and secrets no one can know.
The unknown lies in dark abyss,
a deadly risk one can’t dismiss.
Adventures lived, some dreams are lost,
the price of life a higher cost.
Stories, fables, and legends unfold;
history is written as tales are told.

~McGuffy Ann Morris
I am sharing this post with Two Spoiled Cats, for Poetry Thursday. They offered the (above) photo prompt of the sailing vessel.

I have spent most of my life in the Great Lakes region. The history of the Great Lakes and its people is deep and rich. One of the most recent Great Lakes ruins discovered were from an 1803 Great Lakes shipwreck These ruins were found in Lake Ontario. The sloop Washington was built in America, but Canadian owned.

Shipping between the United States and Canada is an important part of the Great Lakes history. The Great Lakes Shipwreck Museum, located at Whitefish Point, Michigan, pays tribute to these lost ships and their crews. In particular, the ruins of the Edmund Fitzgerald are featured there. 

The Edmund Fitzgerald has also been memorialized by Canadian troubador Gordon Lightfoot. The Mighty Fitz, hauling iron ore, went down on Lake Superior in 1974. The song was released a year later.


Time never stops, though it lulls us
into submission, allowing us to believe
that we have caught even a moment
in which to find ourselves.
Age teaches us the intangible things
that elude us in our youth.
Questions find answers.
Sense is made out of years.
Through age we finally realize
that it isn’t the questions
that ever really mattered,
but rather the answers, 
and what we do with them.

~McGuffy Ann Morris


Tomorrow holds feelings
that yesterday dreamt of.
I can only think what I feel.
Melancholy streams
from yesterday into tomorrow.
Now, the sun sets
on my moon’s horizon,
promising that I will
understand tomorrow
what holds me today.

Poem & Image: McGuffy Ann Morris

As we bid farewell to a fatigued 2017,
we celebrate the hope that 2018 brings!
Happy New Year!

The Journey

I wrote this musing in January, 2013. When I came across it recently, I realized how timeless it is. As we end a year and begin a new one, I felt it is worth sharing, again. Now, with a postscript.
I’m Getting There
Roads, directions, mile markers, signs, ramps, bridges…we are always moving because that is the way of life. This has long been an inspiration to poets, including myself. We rely on maps, GPS, satellites, to help guide us. 
Bill has a satellite GPS in his truck. It speaks the directions to him, giving warnings, telling him which way to turn. I named it Hal, after HAL 9000, the computer in “2001: A Space Odyssey”. While Hal can show and give directions, even Hal doesn’t know everything down the roads. (“I’m sorry, Dave; I’m afraid I can’t do that.”) There are detours, weather factors, missing signs, construction, accidents, the unexpected, and the unknown. If Bill listened to him exclusively, he could end up off-roading in an 18-wheeler. 
This is life, too. We each must make a journey through life. We come into this world alone, and leave it alone. We may be guided by our parents. We are definitely influenced by our family and peers. We do not travel through life alone; not one of us does. Nevertheless, it is our personal journey to make. No one can make your journey for you. No one can tell you where to go, or how to get there. You find the tools that help you navigate, because you must. If you don’t keep moving, you become a casualty. 
There are times that you may feel lost, and only you can find your way. Sometimes you have to “reconfigure” the route. Even with GPS or navigational devices, you have to use your own senses to find your own way. The fog may move in, or the GPS may be off (Dang it, Hal!). You control the GPS. You control your life. You must focus, and give your undivided attention to your direction and intended destination if you are ever to arrive. 
That’s where I am. I needed some time to “reconfigure” my route with writing, blogging, myself and life. I needed to quiet the road noise. I had to be able to hear my internal GPS. I am getting back behind the wheel. I will finish the race, but I will do it my way. I will listen to my own GPS, and I will turn off the road noise when I need to. I’ll get there. 

Now, five years later, I still occasionally withdraw from traffic, park my spirit, and reset my inner GPS. After refueling my soul, I am able to continue on my journey, with purpose.
I don’t want to miss anything of value. I want my journey to have been a wise one. I know that at the end of my road there will be the Pearly Gate. When I park there, I want to be sure that I have used my miles wisely. I want there to be no doubt that I followed the signs, observed the rules of the road, and stayed in my lane. I do not want to be a distraction to others or an obstacle on their road.
We are all in this world together. Our roads inevitably intersect. Some of us travel side by side for miles. For others, it is but a brief time that we share on this journey through life. Sometimes, we have a mishap, sideswipe someone, or outright collide. But, in each encounter, there is a lesson. There is always something of value, to use somewhere along the route we maneuver.
There are many roads to choose from. Realistically, there are wrong roads, bad routes, one-way streets, and even U-turns. But, no one can tell you where to go, or the right way to get there. You must listen to your own GPS and decide your own route. Because, the journey is yours.
Thank you for being a part of my journey. I hope this year brings smoother roads for everyone. Set your internal GPS; enjoy your journey. Peace be with you.


This is my final post of “giving thanks” for 2017. I posted a thankful entry each day of November. These are similar to my own regular journal entries, so it took a bit of courage to share them out loud here. I want to thank those who read them and commented. I appreciate each of you and your thoughts.
It is a natural thing for me to thank God for things all throughout my day, every day. I have always done this. I thank Him for helping me tie my shoes. That isn’t easy for me, so I appreciate it. I thank Him for showing me a bird or critter. I thank Him for helping Chloe Jo have a good day, or Maggie to breathe easy. I thank Him for keeping Bill safe.
I will continue to do these things. I may even post these thankful pieces occasionally. The holiday of Thanksgiving is gone. Life goes on, as it should. I am thankful for that, too. But, appreciating my blessings are important to me every day.
More blessings. Advent begins this weekend. The holidays will go into overdrive. I look forward to sharing them with Bill and all of our minions: Stella, Kenzie, Maggie, Grizelda, Chloe Jo, George, and of course, Clyde and Bee. There is much love here to share. Things work out for reasons, so we accept each one as a blessing.
I am also looking to the future. I cannot quite see it, but, I feel it. I know that 2018 is looming. The future does that; it looms. But, that is okay; I will take it as it comes. I am sure it is filled with both lessons and blessings, both joys and sorrows. I will do my part, whatever comes my way.

I trust that Tomorrow will take care of itself. I appreciate that, because the skies are looking like Winter. The snow blower sits ready for action. I won’t be sitting long. I have things to do, life to live, and much to be thankful for. Peace.

Day Thirty of my Giving Thanks series.

Together Time

Life is busy. So much of life is dictated by the clock. There is always something we have to do or somewhere we need to be. It seems we never really feel that we are caught up.
It is a special blessing to find someone who is happy to adjust their clock to yours. Hours and days shift, blending important moments and marking time. The time together becomes the most important time.
I am thankful to have Bill to share time with. I happily adjust my clock to his. I am very pleased that he does this for me. His home time is very precious to us. We can appreciate the demanding, busy times of daily life, as well as the rare, quiet moments in between.

Time together is always time well spent. No matter what the clock is telling us, I truly appreciate every minute that Bill is home. I know that he does, too. I am profoundly thankful for our time together. When all is said and done, together time is what matters. 

Day Twelve of my Giving Thanks series.