{"id":3001,"date":"2017-07-17T06:51:16","date_gmt":"2017-07-17T13:51:16","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/?p=3001"},"modified":"2017-07-17T06:51:16","modified_gmt":"2017-07-17T13:51:16","slug":"bonnie-clyde-files-11","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/meditations\/bonnie-clyde-files-11\/","title":{"rendered":"Bonnie and Clyde Files 11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I winded down the Lewis and Clark River Road enroute to the dog sanctuary and another gimpy romp with Bonnie and Clyde. On the radio, a sports talk moron said that Miami has the best beaches in the country. They&#8217;ve got steak houses and discos right at the ocean&#8217;s edge!<\/p>\n<p>My car was loaded with five boxes of items for the upcoming August rummage sale to benefit the Angels for Sara Sanctuary. I had gathered the donations from various friends and family members and planned to round up another five boxes. All I want to do is serve\u2014what I&#8217;ve done my whole professional life. Now, dogs only. That might be forever.<\/p>\n<p>I pulled into the gravel parking lot and saw Bonnie and Clyde at the gate, howling and dancing around.<\/p>\n<p>We hit the pasture and the two old bank robbers didn&#8217;t have their usual gumption. I slowed us down, enticed them with treats, and we finally made it to the river. They went into the water. I sat down on the bank and started composing a haiku about old dogs in a river, counting syllables on my fingers. I waited and the current didn&#8217;t seem to go anywhere. The slack of summer low flow. I feel it inside me. I want more flow, into a new watershed of life.<\/p>\n<p>The haiku wasn&#8217;t materializing so I stopped trying.<\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_7727.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"alignleft size-medium wp-image-3003\" src=\"http:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_7727-300x224.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"300\" height=\"224\" srcset=\"https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_7727-300x224.jpg 300w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_7727-768x574.jpg 768w, https:\/\/www.nestuccaspitpress.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/07\/IMG_7727-1024x765.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/a>Bonnie and Clyde came over and collapsed in the grass on either side of me. I stroked their heads and we stared at the river together. We were 17 syllables strong.<\/p>\n<p><i>(If you found this post enjoyable, thought provoking or enlightening, please consider supporting a writer at work by making a financial contribution to this blog or by purchasing an NSP book.) <\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I winded down the Lewis and Clark River Road enroute to the dog sanctuary and another gimpy romp with Bonnie and Clyde. On the radio, a sports talk moron said that Miami has the best beaches in the country. They&#8217;ve got steak houses and discos right at the ocean&#8217;s edge! 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