The Universe in a Blade of Grass

 (or a tiny Chihuahua)

I was misremembering my poets: I thought the “universe in a blade of grass” quote was Eliot (my favorite poet - go figure, right?!?) but that’s actually Whitman…

I was meditating upon this as I try to transfer love & healing energy to dear lil’ Tina Fea - Tuesday night she was on another hunger strike. Initially, I blamed it on slightly stale food, so I went out & bought her a new bag of Fresh Pet. She still only ate a few nuggets & vomited in our bed overnight. Last night she was sincerely interested in my Salisbury steak, so I fed her a few bites of that. So far so good - she seems to be resting comfortably with no more nausea. I was really hoping to hear something on her biopsy reports (while Dr L was in there, he took biopsy samples from her stomach, liver, upper & lower intestinal tract with of course the gallbladder tumor being the most worrisome. I told him “in for a penny/in for a pound” - might as well do the full GI exploratory!) Hopefully I’ll hear something today. And even if I don’t save her, at least I did my best to give the best chance at life these last few months. Even these small gestures are worthwhile - if I’m not leading by example WTH am I doing?!?

This distracts me from the social media posts from my friends in Michigan at the Shore to Shore ride: a 5-d/265 mi peninsula-crossing expedition for those who undertook the full challenge. (If I had been able to go, I would’ve settled for 25 mi each day, which requires a crewmember to transport you & your equine between checkpoints) I had actually spoken to Peran about it, but when push came to shove I couldn’t make it work - not when I was determined to have my summer pilgrimage to Ft Stanton. Catie & I will have to settle for a day trip to Mineola (new-to-me E TX trails which look nice)

https://www.mineolanaturepreserve.com/o/naturepreserve/page/equestrian-trails