What principles define how you live?
It was still dark outside when Patch was nudging me to get up. I’d had an early night, so it was no hardship.
We set off torch in hand to the closest green space and little wooded area. It was mild and calm. The birds sounded relaxed as they chatted idly. The light mist made me think of the soft Irish rain that gets written about in literature. The smell of nature this morning was divine. Crab apples scattered on the ground were bumpy and slippery under my wellies.
But I was feeling a bit down. Sad, even.
Whether Patch sensed this or not, I have no way of knowing. But instead of walking back home to collect the car to take his adventure further afield, he kept on walking. He was clearly on a mission. I felt relieved. Straight into a long walk suited me just fine.
I had been giving some thought to today’s DP. Principles that define us, and got to thinking sometimes however much you try to be the best version of yourself, there’s no pleasing some people.
Where this train of thought had come from, I have no idea, but being out with my trusted companion in the fresh air as the day was breaking was the very best thing to be doing.
Patch led me on a walk for over an hour. We saw lights come on. Cars leave drives. Dog walkers aplenty. There was traffic, but there was no rush.
It’s light now but overcast. Another grey Monday morning for many. All those lives, all those stories.
IN THE BOOMER PIGEON HOLE? 
Oh, Joey, that was such a profoundly quiet and beautiful reflection.
The walk with Patch—the mist, the pre-dawn hush, the scent of nature—it sounds like a sacred space where the world hasn’t fully woken up yet. And yet, the sadness finds you there. I understand that heavy, uninvited feeling that settles in.
Thank goodness for your wise companion! Patch’s decision to keep walking was a pure act of love. He gave you the simplest, best medicine: motion and presence.
As for the painful truth about principles: You are so right. The revelation that “there’s no pleasing some people” is harsh, but it’s also your permission to stop trying. Save that fierce, beautiful energy for yourself and for those who see you as you are.
I’m so glad you were out there, watching those lights come on, grounded with your best friend. Your story is precious.
Sending warmth for a kind Monday and others days as well. ❤️
Love from here
Aparna 🌷🐾
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Oh Aparna, your insight, your way with words. You never fail to amaze me with your compassion, encouragement to write and warmth you send across the miles. You family and friends are very lucky to have you x
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Thank you, JJ. Knowing I have you with me in this creative journey is the real luck. It makes the silence and the struggle of writing instantly worthwhile.☺️🧡
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Wow, Aparna. I consider myself hugged…. Please accept a huge hug of warmth from me, too x
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Thank you! I absolutely accept that huge hug of warmth. That means a lot.☺️
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Happy Monday, Joey!☕
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Hi Daisy, Have yourself a good day x
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Sounds like he felt your sadness. Or was taking advantage of you. They have a 6th sense don’t they?
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Taking advantage of me…. Great
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