Devotion and a Bichon Named Norman

Amazing! That was deep. Really a joy to read because I find the emotions in it relatable. 👏😎

Your son is a wonderful artist! 💎

And Bichons are cute! I looked it up, you can bet!

Norman is the cutest, dumbest dog on the planet and I’d be lost without him.  Thank you, Edible 💜

Oh, I love this ❤️

It's really sweet and touching. And I'm taking your words here... But your emotion is palpable and heartfelt. You're such a great writer! *figuratively pats your head*

I really liked how you used your dog to express fear of devotion and feelings of a low self-esteem. It's easy to convince ourselves that we aren't worth the affection we are given. That we don't deserve it. When we are so easily contented, it makes falling in love much too easy, leaving us vulnerable to the pains of disappointment, dependency, and abuse.

I took the last bit to mean that you have let your guard down, and that you used to fall in love more easily, but you're more careful now. Like... Wearing your heart on your sleeve. It's hard to perceive the danger when you're in the midst of it. You could fall on love and not even realize it until you're being boiled alive.

I don't know... That's just the way I perceived it. Perhaps you meant something completely different lol. Either way, it speaks for your writing abilities to be able to talk about something without others knowing exactly what you mean. You're great with analogies :)

That's all for now. I've already said too much lol

I agree with you, it’s hard to see how devotion can be a bad thing when basic care seems like more than you deserve.  Thank you for seeing the river running beneath the words 💜.  

Beautiful intimacy of voice and detail. The small joys we find in a difficult life, the persistence of memory. It left me with a resonant ache.

Life is a beautiful and painful experience, both in equal measure.  Thank you Daniel 💜.

I think this is possibly one of your best writes, Luna.

Thank you so much, Ahavati 💜

Dear L,

All the above plus I just dig it. What is it with 4am? I, too, awake (if I’ve slept a full night) at 4. It’s still rather quiet but for some distant motorists and over zealous crickets. There’s a stillness  that allows the potential for anything to happen before dawn approaches that I like. But this
“ I have no idea where  
any of this is going,  
my grip is slipping  
from the safety rails” is the rarest of truth and openness. Brava!
H🌷

I’d like to think I’m not alone in that truth.  The world is on fire and we are all scrambling, trying to dodge the flames.  Thank you so much, Honoria 💜💜.

Pups. They act as if you just left for Mars instead of the mailbox. Personally I favor the phrase, "frog in a bucket".

My little guy has just learned to howl, so a trip to the dumpsters is enough to have him howling as if I’ve abandoned him for years.  I can hear him all the way down the hallway.  It’s been eight minutes dude, chill.  We should all be so lucky to have someone pine for our absence lol.  

Having grown up in Florida, I’ve seen enough five-gallon buckets of frogs to last me a lifetime.  You gotta have a lot of frogs to make a meal 🤢.