Dreadnought. And Love

  

M and R

   Such a great word…dreadnought, succinctly loaded either with the best advice, or descriptive of unwavering character. Could it more accurately apply to personality or essence?  That bears pondering, especially about its source. Dreadnought need not contain implications of hard heartedness or self-centeredness, though some folk might assume that.  No more descriptors about it from me, though they flit like joyful raptors through my brain.  You can play with them if you wish, but, take care:  you may, like me, end this word/idea game by admitting,  “I fancy being a dreadnought,” or perhaps just to be perceived as one.  (Now, if this isn’t personality dabbling in imagination, I’ ve never observed myself before!)

   Meant to talk about the loving nature of dogs (and other two brained beings) with this pic of my dear friend playing with my dear dog.  Gurdjieff said something to the effect of, love a dog and you learn to love.  In this cold weather, Red and I have taken trips to the big box stores and mall six times in two weeks, for exercise and certainly to their profit…cha-Ching!  I usually avoid such shopping which was once upon a time a major form of entertainment.  It got boring, somehow, as well as expensive…even wasteful?  So what’s love got to do with it, Tina?

    First, my willingness to take my little bowwow there often shows me I love. Ugly little secret, I have doubted my ability to love many times in my 78 years.  But I have no doubt that I love this dog, so when I feel or tell people I love them, I know I mean it.

   Second, scores of people have greeted and petted Red (and me as his person) in these trips.  He gives them a moment to feel and show love.  Does he love it?  Mostly, but I think he gets tired. Yet GIG would agree: dogs keep on giving.