This brings up the OTHER side of living our truths: making room for others to live theirs. It can mean letting go of how we want them to be. But if we love, we must allow our loved ones to be who they were born to be—even if that makes us uncomfortable…
… 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.
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.
Bubba is a sensitive soul who has worked hard to fit. He has risen above fear, confusion and loss in order to live a good life. I believe there just may be some lessons for all of us in that.
I swear that dog appreciates beauty. Perhaps this comes from his previous life, neglected and chained up, nearly starved to death. And I’ve made a vow to myself. I’m taking a lesson from Finn…
Here is my Tobey (named for Mark Tobey, a celebrated NW painter) helping me out with the blog. He’s nothing if not helpful and I just didn’t want his efforts to go unrecognized.