loss and sadness. I was getting lost in it all.
I had to make some tough life decisions, financial and otherwise,
while still mourning the loss of dear Howie.
I start and end each day with a prayer of gratitude that
my little family is safe and well for another day.
Many are not permitted that privilege, so I really
do acknowledge that blessing in my life.
I've come to accept my illness, my distance from the kids,
which I had hoped to change, (not to be) and welcomed
sweet weird Walter into my heart.
I had to swallow my pride and accept help, boy, that was tough.
I am trying to focus on small pleasures,
by planting herbs, watching Walter's antics,
and then there are the "what a wonderful world moments."
I've been tweaking the porches and late one night,
I heard what sounded like a drone approaching.
I stepped out to look at the dark sky
just as the sound clarified into extremely loud honking.
Just then hundreds of Canada Geese
in V formation flew low, over my head.
I could only make out their outlines and
white underbellies in the pitch black sky.
The sounds blasted the air.
I was squealing with delight,
then clamped my hand over my mouth
as it was around midnight. I no
sooner saw the last one disappear,
when a second larger group flew over to my left.
The tears started flowing as I was ever so grateful to
be alive, to be a witness, and to see the hope in the spectacle.
I went back onto the porch and then wait, what?
They had done a u turn and flew back over,
the way that they had come.
It took me hours to not feel the buzz,
the exhilaration, again the hope, I so desperately needed.
Two days later my friend Sue returned some borrowed items,
and brought me goodies (what a baker she is).
Walter is still not socialized to other humans or animals due
to COVID so he was very scared.
Sue, who does not own animals, patiently tried, and tried again,
while we visited out back, and he would get close,
then run whining and barking.
She knew how I've been worried about this.
I was watching like a parent concerned and
embarrassed for their child.
90 minutes
She tried for 90 minutes, with such kindness.
Then he came to her, licked her hands and placed his paws
on her knees, while she scratched his ears.
I started weeping.
He then was obsessed with her and cuddled and wriggled and
it was so damn glorious.
We all need to be brave and fight the good fight
for decency, equality and dignity.
BUT
we also have to find the goodness, the kindness
the joy that is happening in wee small moments.
If you haven't watched The Way I See It with Pete Sousa.
Please find it and watch.
Remember those THINGS we hold dear, are being destroyed.
Z
Oh and if you are interested I am videoing nearly my entire home
and putting it on Instagram
