Love in a Mist

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 –
shielded –

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 beauty.

More seasons.

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

Learning How to Surf

“Even if happiness forgets you a little bit, never completely forget about it.” ~ Jacques Prévert

Happiness forgot us for a bit. With the loss of Bella, the house feels quiet and empty to us, and to Bella’s “brother” Jackson. From the moment they met, they had been best playmates and friends.


Only a year separated them – and we hoped nothing else ever would. But sometimes, the universe has other plans.

You can’t will grief away; it takes its own time. But wallowing in it never banished it faster. So, while we mourn our loss, we have to put Jackson’s needs first. And today, he needed some happiness.


We took him on one of his favorite adventures – an early morning hike and swim in the river.


And along the way, we met and made a new friend; her name is Riba.


A few years younger than Jackson –


a powerful ocean-trained swimmer,


and a mighty shaker,


she could probably show him up if she wanted, but they were well matched in personality and play.


When the heart is heavy, create good times and new memories, and eventually, happiness will find you again.


“You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn how to surf.” ~ Jon Kabat-Zinn


What Flowers Speak


Words are one of the ways I express myself. Writer’s block is a familiar foe, but I can usually push through it. Wine helps. But one thing leaves me speechless: the loss of a friend’s beloved fur companion. Words fail me; I’m helpless to console.

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All I can say is “I’m sorry. So very sorry.”


And since I can’t find words, I will bring you flowers.

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Because flowers always find the light;


they remind us that life unfolds in chapters;


and they are proof that there is beauty even in passing, and in sorrow, too.


These are for you. All of you.

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I am so very sorry for your loss.

“Every flower is a soul blossoming in nature.” ~ Gerard de Nerval