The moment we become attached to anything it lays hold on us, has claim to us.
The longer attachment is allowed, the more we make of it a god. An Idol.
Only by detaching and sacrificing all our needs and wants on the altar of out hearts and minds can LOVE for all things be fulfilled.
When we come to the edge of our comfort zone the best thing to do is jump, and see who jumps with us. Only those who do not procrastinate are worthy of continuing the journey with us until they, too, have to leave.
Then be thankful for the sharing of the journey.
It's been a long time since I've been here.
Reading back over things that I'd completely forgotten has brought yet more comfort.
Being tired and in a body that I'm slowly being parted from isn't a comfortable place to be, but it's comforting to know I'm not alone.
I may be on my own in my skin, but I'm not alone.
You'll work it out eventually!
Love and prayers, dear world.
Life really does go on, whether I want it to or not, and it's good that it's not up to me!
Woofs and Walks seems to be my sanity! Thank God for pointing me in this direction, and for the support of Michael, and other family and friends (you know who you are!)
Making contact with canine friends connects something deep inside, and lifts me to where I'm surely meant to be. On the other hand (why does there always have to be one!?) responsibility could get the better of me if I allow it to!
Thank you to my Canine friends who have come to stay, so far...
Gracie and Butler
and finally, Sam, who I only knew for a while, but was so privilaged to care for.
Not being able to attend Holy week services has been not what I expected from life, as bus driving is now out of my life. A viral infection has stopped me.
Waiting in the silence between bouts of coughing has been a continuation of the silence of depression and it's doing great healing on a deeper level. Of this I am sure.
Or maybe it's the calm before the storm of Woofs and Walks, the new path I have chosen. Although, it feels more like it has chosen me!
Thank you to all who have supported during this time of change, especially dear Michael and his Mum, Shirley Carolyn. And to my friends. Your words and wisdom have helped me, broken me and remade me to shape me for this new venture.
I also must thank Dunlop and Heidi, without who's trust and love I couldn't do Woofs and Walks. May we meet on every walk I take a dog on, and with every woof that is heard in the house. I love you.
Blessed Pascha everyone. Christ IS Risen!
When I leave this body that anchors me to this existance,
may there be Angels to defend me from the dark creations that came to be
because of me.
I pray peace to replace the disturbances I caused.
I pray Truth to heal the lies I set free.
I pray LOVE to complete what I did not fulfill.
I pray Mercy to forgive what I could not be.
O Light everlasting shine...
on all who need your light in their night, this night.
be with those who are broken this night.
O Rest never ending,
calm thoughts and fears this night.
O Love, always draw us close tonight,
and every night,
until our nights turn into
Like each passage through life, death is both an extremely individual thing, yet paradoxically communal also.
Pulled in 2 directions at the same time, anxiety rules: concern for the loved one dying, and the self which has to go on.
The thought processes for the real sufferers of death, those who are left to deal with matters, become legion.
When Death has passed it leaves great holes and uncertainties in the place of the person who has vacated the shell now before us.
Death is not an academic subject, but a matter for the heart, mind and emotions. Preparation for it only gives observational aspects as to who, what, when, where and why.
The last question being the one that creates the largest hole.
Many say that time is a great healer... but it only distances us from the moment of parting.
Dealing with berevement is a string of coping mechanisms utilised when grief strikes.
Grief has to be endured until the force subsides, and tears are the pressure valve for the crisis of grief.
It's ok to cry...
It's ok to cry with the dying.
It's ok to cry for your self.
It's ok to cry for what you had.
It's ok to cry...
for tears remove what you cannot put into words.
And with each day that passes, tears fulfill their role,
healing for the soul.
Married to Michael, happily!
Orthodox Christian Canine Carer, while owners go on their holidays.
Love all my family and friends wherever they are, in this life or the next.
Repentance is the key to happiness!