Bennett Sewell Art

I’m a dog and my name is Poochie. I like to dress up and go to the symphony, to the mood makers.  My Master and Mistress sneak me in.  We sit on the top row; I on a pillow so I can look between the seats.  Why not?  Humans have been doing it for hundreds of years; why not a dog named Poochie?

 

When the full force of the music strikes my inner self I feel, just feel, no explanation needed, a platform of joy.  Sometimes I go further.  I create more joy in my own fantasyland: I conduct, I howl, I play the violin and the trombone and the flute as it weaves its way throughout the music.  If I were grandiose, I might guess that some of the music that I create in my head is added to that others created in their head.  To create joy in others adds to my joy.

 

I know and I know that you understand that we live every day in a symphony of sorts: the bird and the bees and the sycamore trees, the wind and the waves and other wanderers.  I, also, know that you understand that this music can stop in the next moment.  However, most of the time in my everyday life, I use the memories of my past to deal with the present and anticipate the future, all monitoring systems on alert.  My thoughts as language inside of my head explain the situation to myself and if need be to others.  Sometimes I feel this joy of the moment as I participate in the symphony of life; a walk in the woods with my master, the silence broken only by a distant crow call, the morning mist, a shaft of sunlight, a squirrel jumping from one branch to another.

 

I shall be at the next performance in the top row supporting one of the “big goods” in life.  Look for me; I will look for you.  Our bond is the joy of life with all of its hurts and beauty, be it in the performance of the Shreveport Symphony or on the everyday stage of life.