JewelFreak
Ideal_Rock
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Haven't written on PS in a couple of months, visited only once. I was frankly too depressed to bother. Generally I keep my troubles to myself; they bore other people & nobody can fix them for you. You have to do that yourself. If anybody noticed, probably not (can you tell I'm still in the dumps, lol?), I disappeared during the worst spring I've lived through in 20 years. Ack.
For many years I've had one friend whose wisdom has been a major inspiration & support. Whenever I've needed help sorting out troubles or question, she's been my first stop, full of loving & giving, thought & spirit. In March she went to the dr. with what she thought was flu. No. Cancer in lungs, brain, liver & bone. Three weeks later she was gone. Nobody loved living more; she was so vital and radiated joy in the infinite gifts of life. No one lived a healthier life -- didn't smoke, rarely drank, no drugs. She was a vegetarian & walked everywhere, lived in the tiny town of Woodstock NY, where pollution doesn't exist. Taught yoga & qi gong, little stress in her life. She was a spiritual seeker and found much of great depth which she passed on to others with generosty, compassion, & understanding. Way up there in the boonies, 300 people came to her memorial service. Living without her, my touchstone to the Universe, is a rocky trek. She's not in pain and went quickly, thank her gods for that. Sometimes I feel her presence nearby, telling me that she gave me all the tools I need to know how to handle setbacks. I know. But I miss her funny emails and a heart to heart connection we rarely are lucky enough to find.
Okay, so that's that. Then on May 19 my beautiful friend Buck died. He was 14; I knew it was coming but we can't prepare, no matter how hard we try. I am grateful he's free of the increasingly painful & rickety body he was stuck with, though the hole he leaves in DH's & my lives is impossible to fill.
I think my love for dogs & other animals springs from the same well as my endless curiosity about other human cultures and people, understanding how individual beings see their worlds. And the fact that there isn't a whole lot of difference among us -- look into the eyes of another species & you see a "person;" someone lives there. Too often, because they cannot tell us (nor us, them), we assume they do not feel -- but the old saying applies perfectly that absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. Far from it.
During his 14 years with me, Buck, despite inbred instincts and impulses to the contrary, gave me everything he had it in him to give, without any sacrifice of his intelligent Siberian independence but with enormous good humor, love of playing little jokes on me, gentleness and generosity. Especially in his last years he & I had an extraordinary communication that did not need words; we achieve that with other people -- why not inter-species? I knew what he was saying & the thrilling thing was realizing he knew I knew. So this is really a celebration of the vast joy of loving another being.
Little slide show of my magnificent buddy:
For many years I've had one friend whose wisdom has been a major inspiration & support. Whenever I've needed help sorting out troubles or question, she's been my first stop, full of loving & giving, thought & spirit. In March she went to the dr. with what she thought was flu. No. Cancer in lungs, brain, liver & bone. Three weeks later she was gone. Nobody loved living more; she was so vital and radiated joy in the infinite gifts of life. No one lived a healthier life -- didn't smoke, rarely drank, no drugs. She was a vegetarian & walked everywhere, lived in the tiny town of Woodstock NY, where pollution doesn't exist. Taught yoga & qi gong, little stress in her life. She was a spiritual seeker and found much of great depth which she passed on to others with generosty, compassion, & understanding. Way up there in the boonies, 300 people came to her memorial service. Living without her, my touchstone to the Universe, is a rocky trek. She's not in pain and went quickly, thank her gods for that. Sometimes I feel her presence nearby, telling me that she gave me all the tools I need to know how to handle setbacks. I know. But I miss her funny emails and a heart to heart connection we rarely are lucky enough to find.
Okay, so that's that. Then on May 19 my beautiful friend Buck died. He was 14; I knew it was coming but we can't prepare, no matter how hard we try. I am grateful he's free of the increasingly painful & rickety body he was stuck with, though the hole he leaves in DH's & my lives is impossible to fill.
I think my love for dogs & other animals springs from the same well as my endless curiosity about other human cultures and people, understanding how individual beings see their worlds. And the fact that there isn't a whole lot of difference among us -- look into the eyes of another species & you see a "person;" someone lives there. Too often, because they cannot tell us (nor us, them), we assume they do not feel -- but the old saying applies perfectly that absence of evidence is not evidence of absence. Far from it.
During his 14 years with me, Buck, despite inbred instincts and impulses to the contrary, gave me everything he had it in him to give, without any sacrifice of his intelligent Siberian independence but with enormous good humor, love of playing little jokes on me, gentleness and generosity. Especially in his last years he & I had an extraordinary communication that did not need words; we achieve that with other people -- why not inter-species? I knew what he was saying & the thrilling thing was realizing he knew I knew. So this is really a celebration of the vast joy of loving another being.
Little slide show of my magnificent buddy:
{{{{hugs}}}}
Healing vibes across the miles...... 
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