Wild thing

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Ani and I have just returned from a late evening walk. The sky lit up with incredible beauty over the garden as we returned, a momentary burst of numinous  glory that seems somehow quite appropriate.

We have been wandering the fields and woods. She bounding through the long grass and tunnelling through the undergrowth with me limping behind pointing the camera at the wildflowers that abound here. Every so often she stops and looks back, just to make sure I am still there, or to share her excitement. She is constantly buzzing.

Bee orchid

Bee orchid

We’ve had an unusually cuddly day today, Ani and I. If she wasn’t so bouncy I would be worried. It seems as if I have spent the entire day with one hand in her warm silkiness, her head on my lap or my feet in her fur. Or just curled up on the floor with her. Anyone who knows her will tell you that is unusual. She is more of a laughing, noisy whirlwind as a rule.

She hasn’t quite mastered the art of sitting still. She is very much an all-or-nothing girl, either leaping around like the wild thing she is, or utterly relaxed in a way that would make Disney’s Baloo look uptight.

Geranium

Geranium

Her awareness of the world is so acute that she hears the postman’s van and tells me he is coming ten minutes before he arrives at my door, she can recognise my son’s motorbike going through the village and knows precisely when it is quarter-to mealtimes. She can judge how strong you are and almost pull your arm from its socket playing tug of war with a rope, yet today we played tug of war with a geranium she had picked and brought to me, without breaking the stem. She has a delicate touch when she needs it.

So it is no surprise that when you are unwell, tearful or down in the dumps you will find a silky ear in your hand or a soft muzzle on your knee, and a pair of questioning eyes looking up. She always knows when I could use a cuddle. Often better than I do. She knows just how to wind tendrils of love around you.

Wild pea

Wild pea

She reminds me a lot of a wildflower. Strong, invasive and getting everywhere without the slightest encouragement, yet really quite fragile and delicate, needing the perfect conditions in which to grow into her full beauty. And with a golden heart.

Dog Rose

Dog Rose

 

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue  passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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23 Responses to Wild thing

  1. Lovely sky picture

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  2. Papa Jer's avatar Jerry says:

    Absolutely beautiful shots Sue. 🙂

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  3. Oh, that sky is beautiful. And your Ani reminds me of my cat, Isis (don’t tell Isis, but I think she’s part dog). She is always right there, lying across my chest, the second something is out of sorts. Beautiful pictures and words.

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    • Sue Vincent's avatar Sue Vincent says:

      Gorgeous, isn’t it? I wish i could have got a wider shot, but it would have been gone before i got around the buildings.
      Yes, our animals know us well, don’t they?

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  4. Sue, I love your description of Ani, your Wild Thing: “utterly relaxed in a way that would make Disney’s Baloo look uptight.” Like children, we question why they’re so quiet … even when we might look forward to some peace. It sounds like Ani is just reading your needs and meeting them just right.

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  5. fransiweinstein's avatar fransiweinstein says:

    Our pets truly are our blessings.

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  6. Morgan's avatar Morgan says:

    Lovely Lovely Bee Orchid!!!

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