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The heat and humidity engulf the surroundings and layer the skin with a film of moisture just for being present. Gracie the Golden is out seeking a place of relief within the wide open field near the garden. It is becoming obvious that her tryst with Charlie, last month in Goldsboro, is going to render another litter of baby Goldens not unlike a year ago. As I reminisce on the porch swing I watch as she gallops through the grass around the orchard and wonder how many there will be this time. She has demonstrated her ability as a dutiful and dedicated mother who was only too glad when the last of the pups had found their own loving and forever home. Witnessing her frolics and relief, a gentle call of her name brings her gleefully panting back to the refuge of the air conditioned indoor space. The Parkinson’s invader has rendered this pooch lover physically slow and stiff at times, but always welcoming of the loving hug and lick seemingly omnipresent and waiting to be redeemed at a beckoned call. Just another three weeks and new lives will emerge from this loving gift that is Golden and begin their journey in the family to which much joy will be given and shared. In the meantime, we cherish each moment that is now with a grateful heart and thankful arms that embrace this magnificent creature we call Gracie
Sometimes the liquid flows effortlessly like coffee from the pot to the mug. At other times, the liquid moves slowly like the syrup from the jar to the waiting pancake. I personally prefer the effortless flow, but syrup has its place as well. For the PD challenged among us, some days flow smoothly whereas others seem to hang on every little drip. There is no accounting for the surprise that awaits the vessel each day. Exercise, a healthy balance in diet, and attention to medications intended to release endogenous dopamine, each ups the ante that movement will smoothly flow, but the naughty intruder seems to have a mind of his own. An occasional under breath curse at the resistant member prompts the old memory to find a space for gratitude that movement is possible at all. Even the syrup adds sweetness to the flavor of the meal! Thankfulness for the fast and the slow adds richness to life’s feast.