What has made your bottom lip wobble or the hairs on the back of your neck stand up to attention?
I can think of three things....all different......non linked......and in their own way...quite amazing.
We had gone to see the live cinematic showing of the Royal Ballet's latest production and as the "
wilis " appeared ( the willis are ghosts of women spurned by their suitors) I was literlly blown away by the scalpel-like precision of the
corps de ballet.
The 24 dancers looked quite simply........stunning....as they weaved eerily past each other, veiled and silent....it has been a long long time since I have seen something so beautiful.
The second thing was a seemingly
"off the cuff" comment ; a confession and surprise sharing of something quite dreadful that, at the time, seemed to come so out of left field, the sentence was left hanging.
The time was not quite right to explore the subject of childhood abuse, but the matter-of-fact description stayed with me long after I had heard it, and it moved me more by it's casualness of delivery rather than the subject matter
I know I am being careful and vague in my description of this situation and of course there is a reason for that but I need to share that the whole thing bothered me so much, bcause I felt I had handled the situation rather badly.
Thank goodness for the buffer that is social media, for it allowed me to contact the person involved to say what I should and needed to have said at the time.
The final moment was a tiny moment of " still" in the maelstrom of cottage life.
It was at animal mealtime, which can be a bunfight at the best of times . Albert, Winnie, Mary and George are all food led creatures who all get rather excited at the sight of food bowl on table.
The subsequent hysteria of paws on floor and begging yaps can turn a calm Nun to drink, so the peace as stomachs are filling can sound quite .....quite..wonderful.
It was during this lull, that I went to find William with his own allergy free food in hand.
William is and always has been, a gentle dog when food is concerned. He never begs and never gets excited when tidbits abound.
I found him sitting quietly alone in bed and he suddenly looked every inch of his ten years. His left eye is now increasingly milky and opaque and has lost it's deep hazel colour it once had, his fox red coat now looks a little dull and faded and I've noted recently that he sleeps longer than he plays.
He suddenly looked very old indeed and that upset me
I sat down with him and removed some hidden shop bought chicken out of my pocket which perked him up somewhat and in the peace and quiet of a cottage filled with fat bellies , I slowly hand fed an old dog his dinner .
