“Life is fragile, like the dew hanging delicately on the grass, crystal drops that will be carried away on the first morning breeze.” ~ Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
Sometimes, the most fragile-looking things have the greatest resilience.
A spider’s intricate web is designed to hold its maker, its prey, and a chandelier of droplets ten times its weight.
This tiny frog is everywhere in the garden in the middle of winter, finding shelter and warmth under leave piles and overturned pots.
I wish the same resilience for Taylor – a new arrival.
He looks like a very young dog, but is actually a three-year-old, emaciated boy. His story is not yet written.
We’ll need to determine if there is an unmet physical or emotional need – or if his well-meaning people were just unsure how to help him. Thankfully, they turned to us.
It’s clear that Taylor has put his trust in us, as well.
The garden is quiet and still – in anticipation of more rain and cutting back later in the month.
But the inn is filling up fast; the annual post-holiday flood of dogs. So “going homes” are in order to clear some space. Congratulations to Riggs, Charlie, and Rudy.
Happy lives, all!