I'm Alive

I was reminded tongue in cheek but with a lot of truth from an old childhood friend named "Bunny" that we should be thankful every morning just because we wake up. I tend to take life and health for granted sometimes.

This morning Gigi asked me to take Peaches outside to do her business. It was dark and close to freezing.

We went out into the yard and I noticed Peaches seemed to be on a mission. She was headed toward the barn.

In her younger days this would have been a 10 second burst of running but today is was a deliberate and determined amble. She paused once but never stumbled.

We got up there and were met by Haley and Millie the cat. The horses seemed curious.

I looked up and the stars were brillient and the sun slowly began to fade the stars. The air was cold on my skin and cold as I drew it into my lungs. For just a moment I felt very alive and thankful that I was alive.

Peaches turned toward the house and slowly walked back.

Gigi was waiting worried as to why it was talking us so long.

Thanks Peaches.


terri said...

I think our pets are often much more wise and intuitive than we give them credit for.

Ken said...

I get it!

The strongest of that feeling I ever got was while sailing "Caprifol" singlehanded across the Bermuda Triangle. Standing at the back of the boat, steadying hand on the backstay and my foot steering the tiller, completly and utterly alone on the ocean.

So very much alive!

Rock Chef said...

I love things like that - a real moment to savour.

Coffeypot said...

I felt the same way last night, well, this morning. I stay up late at night and around 3 a.m. I took the trash to the curb for trash day.

It was in the 30's and the wind was blowing around 5 mph. But the sky was so clear, and I found my favorite constellation, Orion, and it felt good.

Several deep breaths later I strolled back into the house with a little more vigor. It is, indeed, good to be alive.