There are near daily tests for the rescuer woman: her will to heal against theirs to surrender.
Most battles are won, but not all; the rescuer does not always get to be the savior.
The beloved dog who so kindly shared his home, heart, and rescuer mom has gone.
Sometimes, it feels like the universe conspires against us –
When it is simply saying, “I’m calling you home.”
It is not compelled to explain its timing or purpose –
Any more than the flower defends when it sets and seeds.
Like the Love in a Mist – our physical presence appears protected –
But, in the end, it is as fleeting as dew.
You soak up the bloom for as long as you are able –
And come to learn that even in its passing – it sows the seeds of more.
More ways to meet – differently – in whispers and shadows and mist – but again.
Carried with us – always.
“If I had a single flower for every time I think of you, I could walk forever in my garden.” ~ Claudia Adrienne Grandi
9 thoughts on “Love in a Mist”
Thinking of you and what a lucky boy he was to have you.
You have a wonderful way with both words and photos.
Thank you, David.
Pawfectly beautiful 🐾
Such a beautiful and moving tribute ❤
Beautiful and poignant. May he rest and the owner have wonderful memories.
And yet our hearts manage to find the capacity to love again and find another soul who needs that love just as much as we do.