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This is Holly. Every day for the past 5 years, she picks out a stick and brings it to her favorite spot for “zen time.” While her stick may change, her routine never does. 13/10 (IG: hollythebluestaffy)

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with all the politics on social media. I now limit myself to Bluesky. I wanted to beautiful things about. It is the post of pets. Adopted, rescued from horrible situations, watching the beautiful things they do in the obituaries for them, which I always respond to.

We have two Guans (large black turkey sized birds with red waddles) who fly into our super tall trees every night at sunset to watch with me… We don’t deserve animals…

There's more to this: Was she adopted? Did she lose a bonded friend? Did a friend or family live on other side of a water area and they played w sticks? We need to stop projecting/dominating w human narrative and instead be curious re what our animal companions are showing/telling us!

I’m done looking at other posts for the day. This fills my heart with joy and is a beautiful place to end the day. Thank you Holly! We want to see more of you and your sticks at your special place, don’t be a stranger. Peace

Did she once play with a friend there and she hopes to find them again? Was she Human in a Past Life and is compelled to recreate her past? It's remarkable; something deeper at play here than our poor senses can account for...

This reminds me so much of my old boy. He would test large fallen branches like this to find the center of balance. Then he would proudly carry his sticks around, with the look on his face saying "I have the best stick in the world."

I was thrilled that our dog Betsy Ross was housebrokened. She was my boyfriend's dog and he never trained her. She started chewing my stuff. One day I worked my 3rd day of 16 hour days. I took my shoes off and she got one and tried to chew it. I snapped and took my shoe on her.