Driven II

I love the dogs of winter so much I’m driven. Driven to write about them, paint them, write poems about them and why? Because they have infected my soul. I don’t think I paint well enough to give them just dues but I keep learning. I keep pushing my comfort level and drive on. Because that’s what my dogs would do. I learn from them, I push on in spite of my insecurity, I post it to the world.

My 5 year old Husky: Mr. Cooper.
Almost done: Done to the best of my current ability but I’ll never stop learning and driving to be the best I can at whatever I try.

Tales of the Queen: Latest Episode

“She’s a Killer Queen
Gunpowder, gelatine
Dynamite with a laser beam
Guaranteed to blow your mind
Anytime” ~Lyrics by Queen

“The Prey drive is strong in this one.”
~Master Yoda

Tonight’s episode is explained best by age’s old Husky DNA. You see, in the early days back in the frozen Chukchi peninsula in Russia. Which is next to the Bearing sea where these dogs evolved from and would eventually become Siberian Huskies were already thousands of years old.

(To simplify this story, I will refer to these early dogs as Huskies that they would eventually become.)

In the winter, they pulled sleds and were fed for their work. They also kept the children warm at night. The temperature was told by how many dogs it took. It might be a two-dog night, or like the famous rock band, it might even be a “Three Dog Night.”

When the short summer came, they had no work to do. The dogs were set free to fend for themselves. Being of sound mind, athletic bodies, and hungry… they did what you would expect any living thing to do. They hunted to stay alive until the next winter and a much more comfortable gig.

You wonder why a husky digs? They dig for shelter when needed, but mostly they dig for any food they might find. They also developed skills at hunting rodents, and well…anything edible, including birds. Nothing was safe from a hungry husky.

For thousands of years, this cycle became part of their DNA. It still exists in today’s dogs. Some more than others, but it’s there.

Tonight the young Queen born on a Pennsylvania Amish farm scored her second kill. The first being a squirrel, she swallowed whole before I could pry it out of her jaws. Tonight’s kill was a bird. Of what variety, I have no clue because it was still warm and mangled once I got it away from her.

If you remember my last episode with the Queen, you might remember the growling incident over a bone. This time there was no growling. The Queen took flight with her bird because she knew she would have to surrender it to me.

Eventually, she gave up running and surrendered her prize with no growling. Ten minutes later, the whole thing was forgotten. She had no hard feelings as I took it and tossed it in the woods beyond the fence. Nikki resumed her place around by the pool, looking for the next poor chipmunk that would brave invading her domain.

Nikki exhibits all the traits of her ancestors. I’m pretty proud of her. Un-papered, but DNA tested as a purebred. If you know the husky history, you wouldn’t have any doubts about the royal blood in her veins.

Queen Nikki is the real deal.

Driven:

There are many things in life that drive us. Bills that need paying being one of the most important ones. The problem with that is it takes away from what we really want to do. I work hard as you do to pay the bills but that is not what I really want to do. What I want to do is write, paint, build, etc.

Many of my friends are driven by playing music. It’s in their souls, it’s life and the place where they are happiest. You too, I imagine that you have your own dreams and desires that drive you. The rest of humanity not so much, because they are content to just exist. There is more to life than just existing!

The dogs of winter have taught me much. They too are driven, they are driven to run. To expand their horizons and see what lies beyond the next curve in the trail. They are explorers, they are adventurers they are free spirits only held back by their reliance on us. Some food, some love, and some medical care is all they require to be happy.

In exchange for those things, they open up a whole new world to us humans. The thrill of blasting down a trail by dog power is almost a spiritual experience that cannot be explained by words. It is something you have to try to really understand it.

Don’t end up being trapped by life’s constraints. Think about how to mitigate them, how to achieve whatever dream it is that you have. It requires some sacrifice on your part because nothing worth having comes easy. It comes from the struggle on your part. That struggle molds you into a better human being. You learn to accept the faults of others, and your own.

Do not forsake those seeking knowledge. Share the wisdom you have although it might not be perfect. When you look into the eyes of a child or puppy there is no difference. They seek knowledge and leadership from you to be the very best they can be. It’s our job to make it happen.

This is why the Seppalas are a special breed.

Binge

I seem to go in spurts, and inspiration shows up when it wants to. Whether it be music, poetry, writing, or painting, it has its timeline. You cannot force creativity, it shows up from many places, and at any time. The trick is to recognize it when it does.

My dogs inspire me, and other peoples dogs inspire me as well. A photo, a look, an action I notice. That’s when the spark hits me, that’s when I have to put it down in some form in hopes others see it as I do.

I may not be technically good at any of these efforts, but it comes from my heart. Some are in tune with what I do, others do not see it the same way, but that’s just fine. I’m quite happy with what comes out of my world of inspiration.

Bottom line is this: Find your inspiration, whether it be dance, art, music, even building something with your hands. It doesn’t matter if it’s not perfect to others. If you embrace your passion with all the love you have for that subject…it is perfect. Be creative, no matter what your passion.

That is how your dreams become a reality.

I happen to be in a painting mode lately, here is what I have done.

Time is Short

I ran across this poem on my FB page from a year ago. I’d forgotten all about it but it rings so true.

Time is short

Born blind and deaf upon the hay,
she could not feel the summer rays.
Locked inside a plywood box,
safe and sound amid moms’ locks.

Struggling for a nice warm teat,
that milk of life so sweet.
How quickly she did grow,
soon she learned of perfect snow.

The days went by much too fast,
her youth was gone it didn’t last.
She earned her place on the sled,
and for her work she was fed.

There was no time to be slack,
those who did lost the pack.
Only the strong would survive,
that is how the pack did thrive.

Working hard all day long,
followed with the evening song.
Singing out the song of the life,
curling up on the frozen ice.

Nose tucked under a curly tail,
cold wind blowing in a gale.
Thankful for God’s furry gift,
sleeping soundly amid the drifts.

Dawn came peaking around,
dogs popping up from the ground.
A new day bloomed just ahead,
no time to worry… or dread.

Life is short by any means,
the sin is not to chase your dreams.
Huskies chase those dreams each day,
Even if they have to pull a sleigh.

Dogs born unto the endless nights,
fearless beings who bring the light.
Look into those eyes so bright,
eyes that have second sight.

Souls that have seen it all before,
living large and want some more.
They know that time is short,
living life is not a sport.

TJ, 2018

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