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I knew that he was aware of the white object far in the distance. I imagined that he also knew that it was not an object since it moved about. Yet for three years they had never met.

But early this morning, when the birds had been singing sweetly for about an hour, I spotted these 2 near the vegetable garden. Neither moved. They stared at one another with an innocence and curiosity that touched my most sensitive, inner being. They were only inches apart.

In utter fascination I moved slowly towards them. Maya, the sleek and gentle white dog from next door, lay on her back inviting me to pet her.

My cat, shy, gentle, yet exquisitely inquisitive, sat and watched me pet the neighbor’s dog. Oakie did not make a sound, just sat and observed.

After a minute or two of doggie affection, Maya went home.

Oakie and I came into the house, me saturated in doggie smell and Oakie most willing to rub up against me and let Maya’s scent permeate him.

And thus cat meets dog.

Diane Findlen Garrow 6/22/16

I await the glorious rhythm of life
And when I feel it
I dance

I dance with those who smile
I dance with those who mourn
I dance with those who love

And when I dance
I hold your hand in praise
To that Almighty Creator

Who gave us feet for dancing
Who gave us arms for hugging
Who gave us voices for singing
Who gave us each other for loving

Gracias

January 9, 2016
Diane Findlen Garrow

I swam for you today
Lover of life, lover of waves
I tasted salt
You were with me

Our souls came from this brine
Original
Sinful
Searching for love

As I swim amongst the fish
You are in the deep
With me
Waiting for atonement

We are the world.

Diane Findlen Garrow
7/21/15

My eyes first awoke to the moving truck, the whole family and many young bucks pitching in.
To where are they destined?

Then came the young woman readying for her bicycle sojourn, body ready for a challenge.

Turned the corner to hibiscus, shouting their glory silently to those who will admire them.

Around the bend the FOR SALE sign gone and new owners in, with a pile of firewood ready for a
Not so certain winter

Then on the right the retired man out surveying his property with special attention to the front porch.

Soon along on the right a tiny toddler at the screen with her unique and unintelligible greeting.

Meanwhile a white cat with pink collar sitting pretty at the third floor window.

And all along the sounds and smells and sights of the glorious morning, irresistible and iridescent.

Lo! a sparrow on a wire, a momentary pause.

Continuing now, a yard sale in the preparation stage, God does not make junk, though this looks like junk
to me.

A new electric pole now bound to the old, a month ago it was a tree in the forest of Maine.

Squirrel found a luscious wood fruit and covets it tightly in his mouth.

Two flags appear waving at me USA and MIA. The flagpole speaks to the wind.

Two elms reach over the road and give me a cool canopy.

As I near my home and leaves fall in the gentle breeze, I hum “Autumn Leaves”.

What if I had missed this walk, or took the walk and missed the scenes, souls and sounds?

Diane Findlen Garrow

I sit with the Sacred Presence
Of my God and Karma
My Inner Kingdom of Peace

I walk in the labyrinth of mystery
What I possess is on sweet lease

My Mom, she suffered before me
And today my heart aches like hers

For I was a teen when she went to God
I did not know about life’s thorns and burrs

“Life is great if you don’t weaken”
She told me many times

So let Life’s goodness abound
And when you pray you’ll find
The rhythm of life and its song filled rhymes

Diane Findlen Garrow 5/2/15

I went there today
Where your soul dwells
The green/gray and blue
The splashes and swells

And there you were with me
Beneath each wave
Where mermaids dwell
The water we crave

Each droplet holds blessings
Our cells in delight
We are rocked and embraced
Self love has such might

So back to the water
We’re drawn day by day
The mermaids surround us
They whisper and pray

From ages and eons
We females have had
The water, the birthing
Of life – happy/sad

So dear friend
True mermaid
I want you to know
The water around us
Will let all love grow

Written to my life long friend and lover of the water, Terry

By Diane Findlen Garrow

As we rolled along the rural byway
We noticed the trees of red and gold
The bellows and wisps of wind did tether
The glowing leaves first to then fro

One couldn’t help but watch the fanfare
Tree after tree a musical show
Those briny leaves like rockettes dancing
The glit and glimmer alive and aglow

The theme was set at nature’s theater
And we were blessed with front row seats
The dance of the trees kept our attention
The autumn leaves were the best of treats

Diane Findlen Garrow 10/11/13

Today I weep for my friend’s child
9-11-01
Such sadness, shock and tragedy
Has taken one so young

Away to the city she did go
To embrace all of life
She gleamed and shone
With grace she handled strife

If someone had a problem
Or someone shed a tear
All her friends and workplace pals
Knew Susie would be there

The gifts she left for all of us
Her laughter, wit and love
Will overcome all terror’s hate
God knows this, He above

How can we ever understand
The hate that struck that day
And took my dear friend’s precious child
All we can do is pray                                                     Written 9/12/01 Diane Findlen Garrow in memory Susan Leigh Blair

All those names inscribed
The hand of the sculptor carefully
Carving each letter in stone
A breath away from the endless waterfall

As the mind, hand and intent of the sculptor
Dove into the stone
To make their names immortal

We dive to the monument
Taking each name with us
As we traverse the wall

Feel the cool water and fall
With them into the hole
Which lives in the center of our hearts

Diane Findlen Garrow May 2013