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July 18, 2018 / philosophermouseofthehedge

It’s all in the stitches

White horse and Russian woman rider "She put her good steed to the walls and leapt lightly over them" Russian Story Book/Wilson, ill. Pape, 1916 (USPD. pub.date, artist life/Commons.wikimedia.org)

“She put her good steed to the walls and leapt lightly over them” (USPD/Commons.wikimedia.org)

There’s a tale – in myths or legends –

Of women gathering before the departure of a traveler and together stitching a garment, or a saddle blanket, or banner

Over each neat, hand-sewn stitch, a plea, a prayer, a fervent wish for safe passage was whispered.

I am making shelter dog beds. By hand. Stitch by stitch.

It’s something I do before hurricane season – late August through September is when we watch

Also some the week after Christmas as the bitter, wet cold, if it comes, arrives in January.

Nothing fancy, just patched together scraps of old, but sturdy, thick towels, durable bedspreads that were deemed last year’s style, and what remnants I collect during the year.

There’s always a few far too delicate for much use – luxuriously soft, plush ones that the city shelter supervisor knows are for the sad cases: those too badly injured or sick. So that each one knows that they are finally caught safe and will suffer no more – and will finally have a moment of softness in their lives before they close their eyes for the last time.

The German often stretched out beneath the table by my feet so many times as I worked on these over the years. As if she was willing some of her own contentment into those little beds. She always seemed to approve – understanding about the playtime delays.

Rainbow. Horizontal ribbon of color across the sky without rain or storm. (© Image all rights reserved, copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

It’s a bird? It’s a plane? It’s some sort of eerie phenomenon: no rain – no storm – only a bright ribbon of color wrapped across the sky. (© Image)

The German slipped quietly away this morning among friends.

I stitch in her honor. I think she would like that.

Over each not-so-neat stitch, a wish for safe passage whispered.

Promises to keep. She kept hers and I will mine.

Phil, the Philosopher Mouse of the Hedge

Rainbow streaming horizontally across sky. (© Image all rights reserved, copyrighted, NO permissions granted)

She put her valiant heart to the walls and leapt lightly over them. (© image)

The German's paws. All rights reserved. Peace for paws. Copyrighted German Shepherd's signature. NO permissions granted

Her paws at peace.

 

 

 

 

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