Beauty
A friend reached out this a.m. after reading St Therese’s prayer. She has lost both her parents in the last few months. We chatted a bit about grief and asking for strength. She commented she wasn’t sure who she was talking to in her head, but that traditional beliefs did not have a presence in her life right now.
Completely understandable, we don’t feel very spirited in the wilderness.
It got me to thinking…
Faith. Does it matter what you are having faith in, or just that you are choosing to believe?
And which feels better right now– to project hope into a future positive possibility or to fear the worst?
Faith is seeing possibilities, not just problems. (What is a problem solver anyway? I think it’s just someone that believes in possible solutions.)

“Nature does not hurry, yet everything is accomplished.” 

― Lao Tzu

dog style

Man’s best friend. Definitely at times this woman’s best friend. And boy, when ours was run over by the mailman and left on the parkway down the street, found by my young kids, that was a hard one to recover from. I remember sitting on my stoop wailing like an Israeli woman at the wall, when my neighbor appeared to find out what the source of such sobbing was. 
In moments like those, there are no words. None that can describe ~ nor change ~ how you feel. That’s when you need a furry friend to come curl up next to you and remind you about unconditional love. I guess that’s how dogs are kinda like God.

“I care not for a man’s religion whose dog and cat are not the better for it.” 

ABRAHAM LINCOLN


When your dog dies, especially tragically, all you can do is cry. I think it’s because it feels a bit strange to sit around and say “remember how he used…” or “remember the time?” What dogs create are feelings, moreso than memories.
If you haven’t had the experience of being a dog lover yet in your life, do it now. There’s nothing like it. It’s a relationship purely from the heart.

I was out of town visiting a friend recently, one who found herself in a very dark and desperate place. While we sat on the couch and cried a bit and spoke of grief; her dog stayed close by. He’s a funny looking dog, not the most attractive one I’ve ever seen (sorry friend if you’re reading this.) The dog is a humper- I have one of those- so it doesn’t much phase me. But that this dog is more than that, he’s also a romantic. No question he knew something was up in the house, and that the vibe was pretty somber, which is why he respectfully stayed near his owner. But then he would get carried away with amour for his blanket, and forgot all about the sadness in the house. Lance Romance. Made me think of the quote “dance like no one is watching….” That dog is a doe-ey eyed lover. Some comic relief for sure, but also a reminder that there’s never a bad time to love. Or, maybe a bad time is the best time.

Meditation:

“To know the way, 
we go the way, 
we do the way.
The way we do,
the things we do,
it’s all there in front of you.
But if you try too hard to see it,
you’ll only become confused.
I am me and you are you.
As you can see; 
but when you do 
the things that you can do, 
you will find the way.
The way will follow you.” 
― Benjamin Hoff, The Tao of Pooh

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