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A blog by Louise Gallagher

Life Flows


Beaumont becoming comfortable in his chair.

Beaumont (l) and his brother, Satish (r), playing together.

Life flows.

Everywhere. Every way. Every direction. Filling every space, every nook and cranny with its essence.

We flow with it. Sometimes, we attempt to flow against it. To try to beat its pulse. To pummel its essence into a shape and form that suits us.

And always, life flows.

We are, each and every one of us, part of the flow of life all around. We are not all the flow. We are all our part of its flow.

We can rail against it. We can scream and holler and kick and scream. Or, we can be one with the flow. Allowing the ebbs and flow of our part of it to be our constant companion in grace and ease.

Last night, Beaumont decided his part was to wake up at 2 am. For an hour.

Beaumont’s part means my part changes its course.

We got up together and went out into the backyard and for awhile, became part of night flowing all around us.

It was beautiful. Quiet. Serene. A deep night sky shimmering above filled with stars seen and unseen. The leaves shivered in a sibilant whispery cacophony of song rising on the almost still night air.

I threw Beau’s toy. He chased it and brought it back. Again and again.

Eventually, Beau remembered sleep, or perhaps its call overrode his excitement of being out in the middle of the night. He returned to his kennel, happy and content, and I returned to bed.

it is unusual for Beau to awaken in the middle of the night.

Perhaps, last night he knew there was magic afoot in the back yard.

Perhaps, he knew I needed a reminder of the mystery and magic in the stirrings of the night.

No matter the reason, his awakening gave me the gift of standing in the quiet of the dark listening to the whispering of the leaves in the night.

It was all my part of the flow, because no matter where life leads us, we are all part of the flow. Our own special, unique part. Connected through life. Forever.




Author: Louise Gallagher

I believe in wonder. I believe we are all magnificent beings of divine beauty. I believe we can make a difference in this world, through every act, word, thought. I believe we create ripples with everything we do and say and want to inspire everyone to use their ripple to create a better world for everyone. I'm grateful you're here.

7 thoughts on “Life Flows

  1. LG

    Ah yes, the joy of puppy-in-July … so superior to puppy-in-January

    there is magic in middle of the night – I remember a mid-night walk on a beach in Galveston a few years ago, evening warm, full moon bright – it was seared into my memory then

    happy thoughts,

    Mark + Gusta

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  2. Tee hee — yup. I’ll take July over January any day! 🙂

    Love the magic — and what a beautiful memory Mark. Thanks for sharing.

    Say hi to Gusta from Beau and me! 🙂


  3. I love that you took a moment that for many people would be an occasion to whine and complain and found such beauty and grace in it.

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  4. Your yard is so magical anyway Louise. I can imagine how much more so it would be so in the stillness of the night. ❤
    Diana xo

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  5. This post made me happy puppies make many of us happy except when the do their business on the lounge room floor


  6. And now he knows how magical it can be outside in the middle of the night with you …. 😉


  7. Beautiful part of the day/night. i walked outside the other night, I forget the reason why but i was captivated by the stars glowing so bright up there Louise. Precious moments indeed.


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