Morning Breaks

It's a new day.

In a new home.

With a family that loves me.

The question of "reality" has come up around here.

They talked about it before I arrived.

I'm told it was a conversation even before Jake and Fergi started blogging.

They told me someone said,

"Everyone knows dogs can't blog. It's their people who talk for them."

Brilliant, that speaker was.

Hrrmph.

It's especially been a topic around here during the past few days.

Real.

Realness.

Reality.

So.

Did I promote that?

Maybe.

Did I reinforce that topic?

Probably.

What is Real?

Wikipedia will tell you it is "everything that is."

Whether or not it is observable or comprehensible.

(I'm a talented fellow.

Didn't take long too figure out the technology available these days

It's lots different that what I knew during my earlier life.

It's fast. Convenient. Accessible.

And it potentially reaches a lot of folks.)

Anyway.

I like to think about it.

Reality

Being Real

Becoming Real

I like to try to understand.

I have my own opinions about what is Real.

And I'll probably share some of those thoughts.

Read 'em. Or not.

It's up to you.

(Jake and Fergi have already said I can use their blog from time to time.

They are generous little creatures.

Even if feisty sometimes.

That's okay.  They are young. In spirit.

And just experiencing life for the first time.)

We are all going to learn from each other.

That's what families are about.

 Right now we're mostly thinking about my being here.

And allowing time for settling in.

Morning is one of the best times for that.

It's quiet.

It's a new day.

And we all love the sunrises.

(Well, some of us love them more than others.

A couple of us like to sleep in.

Cozy under the covers.

But we won't point or name any names.)

I learned my first morning here

That sunrises are beautiful off of our deck.

They happen slowly.

Majestically.

And they make me stop and appreciate life.

I'm not the only one who feels that way.

Gobs of authors more famous than I have written about dawn and early mornings.

(I love to read. So does my new moma.)

For instance:

Henry David Thoreau said,

"Morning glory is the best name

It always refreshes me to see it."

And long before him

Marcus Aurelius  (121-180 AD)

Roman Emperor and Stoic Philosopher said,

"When you arise in the morning

Think of what a precious privilege it is to be alive

To breathe, to think, to enjoy, to  love."

I have no trouble with that these days.

Neither does my family.

I can spend a long time gazing

Feeling the sun's warmth

Thinking of the glory of a new day.

And, in my own way,

I'm pretty sure I'm promoting that in my family.

We are all taking time to appreciate the day's first light.

And we're slowing down to think about what's really important.

Together.

So.

What is Real?

What is being Real?

Am I Real?

I'll start by saying something someone else said before me.

(I think his name was SkinHorse)

"It isn't how you are made.

It's a thing that happens to you."

"It doesn't happen all at once."

You become.

It takes a long time."

"That's why it doesn't happen to people who break easily,

or have sharp edges or who have to be carefully kept."

"Generally, by the time you are Real,

most of your hair has been loved off,

and your eyes drop out

and you get loose in the joints and very shabby."

"But those things don't matter at all,

because once you are real

you can't be ugly,

except to people who don't understand."

I love my family.

They understand.

I am Real.

One last quote.

I don't know who this came from

But I like it:

"We can only appreciate the miracle of a sunrise if we have waited in the darkness."

It's worth it.

Now.

It's time for my morning tea.

And I think I have a new challenge.

Her name, I'm told, is Fiona.

That's all for now.
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