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A short reminder to dream, to manifest and to believe. <3 Don't count her out. The mornings are alwa
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A short reminder to dream, to manifest and to believe. <3 Don't count her out. The mornings are always the same. They're ordinary in a beautiful way. I wake up. Sometimes, before my alarm clock. Sometimes, during. I open my eyes and I trace the lines and the corners of my ceiling. If June slept with me the night before, I'll feel her come out from her little ball, sneezing, wallering, chuffing and eventually stretching her haunches and tail towards the ceiling, her snout to the bed. After "down dog", I know the war has been lost. She's up. She's ready. She's restless. She's raring to go. June likes to start her mornings on the deck above my roof where she sits perched watching the world. The birds flying too and fro. The cars racing towards work. The sun getting hot. And so on. While she explores I wash my teeth, make my bed (being sure to tuck the cover underneath the mattress good and tight), pull on the clothes that I feel fit the day and then fill June's bowls with water and a fantastically smelly dog food that she adores. I enjoy my mornings and their ordinariness. I love the fact that I don't have to think about them, that I don't have to be conscious until I sit down to write and sip the day's first cup of coffee. But, this morning was different. It was eventuful in that after letting June back inside, I heard a thud against the large window that sits at the front of my home. June's ears perked up. So did mine. And the two of us deemed it necessary to do some further investigation. This is something good about having a dog. You will always have a partner in crime when following your curiosities. Dogs are curious about the things they're owners are curious about. I think this is what makes dogs such splendid companions. And, I think it's a lesson we can learn as friends and partners and lovers. Be curious about the things your people are curious about. Now, back to the thud. June and I approach the window and we look down and we see a small Sparrow spread out on the mulch with what appears to be a badly broken neck. The sparrow is twitching and it is breathing as if it is climbing Mount Everest. It is very clearly dying. I look at it for what feels like a minute before wondering if I should retrieve my shoes and a shovel to put it out of its misery. This is always a challenging predicament for me. If I were lying on the street, dying, unable to move and barely breathing, would I want some giant to stomp out my flame? I crate June (scared to death she might mistake the dying sparrow for a delicious snack) and I step out the front door. To my astonishment, the sparrow is standing upright. Its breathing has slowed to what seems to be a normal pace and it is getting its bearings underneath one of the five Japanese Maples I have on my property. I crouch down. I extend a finger and gently touch the sparrow's tail feathers and the sparrow leaps and shoots into the air... going, going, going, gone. Something they don't tell you about living is that it's perfectly okay to be realistic, to see things for what they are rather than what they could be. But, in the twenty-seven years I've been around the block, I've found this to not be a very much fun way to live. I'm not religious but I do believe in a God and I think the old dead-sparrow-just-came-back-to-life trick is his way of reminding us to never count ourselves out. But, I digress. Cheers, Cole. P.S. There is more in store down below, just keep scrolling. [Tweet. Tweet.]( Why have you not yet subscribed to Chasing Hemingway? Once a week I send out a very intimate newsletter called [Chasing Hemingway]( that goes out to a small list of readers. It generally has nothing to do with advertising (and usually everything to do with writing and living). [If you'd like to subscribe, you can do so here]( for just $10/ month and I'll be in touch before the end of the week with your very first edition. If you don't want to subscribe, that's okay. Just buy me a Moscow Mule and we will call it even. [Thirsty?]( Make art out of your fuck-ups.
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