Welcome to the Land of Writer's Imagination, an ongoing shared story. This week we've been discussing dragons.
"Dragons?" You say.
"Well, yes. The fantasy scene we are working on definitely needs a dragon. The one Lucy came up with was, well...read for yourself."
Susan grinned at Lucy. “Dragons. Well, there’s lots of different kinds of dragons. Chinese, Taiwanese, Japanese, European, to name a few. Let’s just stick with the European, they breath fire and have wings. What colour do you want?”
“Really, there’s different colours? Can we do lavender?”
Susan raised an eyebrow. “I don’t think that sounds very scary. How about a deep purple with a bronze belly and crimson wings?”
Lucy smiled. “How about a deep purple, bronze belly and bright green wings?”
Susan rolled her eyes. “You and the purple-green combination. Okay. Choose that but better make it a big one.”
“There’s different sizes? How complicated is this going to get?”
“You’re the one who wanted to make a movie instead of writing a book. If you’d just stuck with the script you might have got away with a bit of telling but no….you had to make a movie. So, you’ve got to show everything. Size, colour, eye colour, does it have ears? Long tail, medium tail or short…no, never mind that one. Long tail,” Susan raised a hand. “No argument. Long tail but how about emerald eyes and ears with tuffs?”
Lucy scuffed her foot on the floor and sighed. “Right-o. Long tail, emerald eyes, tuffed ears. Anything else? Can it have a tuft on its' tail? Ooo, and lavender nails?”
So, you can see the problem, can't you? I mean, tuffed ears and tail? Lavender nails? I'm afraid the poor thing will hide with embarrassement. What kind of dragon would you create?
3 a.m. Burrowing further under the covers didn't help. The air was being sucked from the room. I hear John closing the windows. What is that smell? Oh, no! My mind is saying, "Get up!" My nose is saying "Get further under the covers." Gagging and coughing, I drag myself out of bed.
"Skunk, one of them's been with a skunk!"
"I think it's coming from outside. That's why I closed the windows," John says.
"No," I point to the offending dog. "It's Cinnamon. She stinks."
The pungent odor is taking over the room. Cinnamon looks justifiably embarrassed. I stagger by her and make my way to the kitchen. "Please, Lord, let it be in there."
I pull open the cupboard containing all the dog stuff and there it is. Skunk Off. A very small bottle but maybe enough to get us through until morning. My poor Australian Shepherd is now trying to rub the smell off onto the carpet.
"John, grab her. We'll never get it out of the carpet."
He does and holds her, leaning as far away as he can. I pour the precious liquid onto my hand and rub it over her wet chest and side. I rub it on her muzzle and the top of her head. The acrid, rank odor immediately dissipates. Still stinky but manageable.
When I got to work the next morning, at the Veterinary hospital, Cinnie was still smelly and really depressed. We used Summer's Eve body wash, great for getting out skunk smell, then a vinegar/water rinse and one more bath of Summer's Eve. Within minutes of her bath, she was back to her wiggly butt, happy self. The poor girl thought she was in trouble until I gave her the bath. Funny thing is, she was never in trouble. She loves everyone and unfortunately, everything. She probably went to say hi! And got skunked. If we're unfortunate enough to have that skunk return, she'll probably do it again.
And you know what? This is one of the things I love about her. She knows how to live in the moment, to forgive, to try to make friends again even if it didn't work out the first time. This is a dog who was locked in a garage for the first year of her life. When we first brought her home she was frightened by all the new noises, people, and places but she greets each and every day with an enthusiasm and joy I stand in awe of. She knows that life is worth living every single second of every single minute. And I'm right there with her. Even when it gets stinky!
My mind is always a jumble of thoughts going helter skelter with no apparent direction. I am one of those people who begin to tell you one story and ends up forgetting what I started to say because I am off on some other tangent.
It must be hard for God to get my attention. I am always rushing about, being busy. A friend of mine says we are great “human doers” and not such great “human beings”. Do you ever feel that way?
My mornings are spent getting ready for work, showering, feeding the dogs and cats while the mix master is going, the hair dryer blowing, out the door, dogs atttached. Noise is every where in my day. I work in a Veterinary Hospital where the phones are ringing, dogs barking, cats meowing or yowling if they’re mad!
Sometimes though, there is a quiet moment. Maybe in the morning as I think about the day ahead or as I am gazing out the window and watching the sunrise. Sometimes it is at night just before I turn off the lights. Or in the middle of the day when I am driving to work or pulling weeds from the garden.
It is during those moments that the Lord speaks. I am often thinking of something-a question or problem that puzzles me-and God brings to my mind a simple sentence that answers all the questions I have been pondering. Like a single drop of water into a huge vat of water. A bit of wisdom drops into the stillness of a moment.
Do you have moments like that?
Susan J Donetti
Lives in Northern California with her husband, two dogs, three cats and one horse.