… that has made me think and wonder: What do I miss by being fearful? What would I be amazed by if I wasn’t bound up by old restrictions?
In spite of starting this round of rather scarey treatments, Finnie is doing fine. I wanted to reassure you all that he’s actually handling it amazingly well so far.
He notices and appreciates things. When I took this photo, I swear he was on the path to the land grant and stopped in his tracks when saw this rainbow. He stood there for whole minutes before he finally sat down, staying whole minutes more.
It’s just the way life is built, I think–the light and the dark, offering us lessons and tests sometimes and joy and wonder at others. As my friend and blog reader, Grace, would say, “It’s all perfect.” And it really is.
With their tummies likely full of birdseed, sown nearby, insulated under the rock and snow, three souls found comfort last night. And that was surprisingly comforting to me.
The day dawned gentle and bright here in Truchas and it was basically a typical morning except that I have a confession to make…
I want, in some small way, to mark the lives of these two dogs. They were both rescues and as different from each other as they could be, yet they became sister dogs all the same.