“There's a place where we don't have to feel unknown.” - from “Dear Evan Hansen” Today, I got to visit my friend Lucy. I’ve been worried about her ever since I heard she lost her beloved companion of many years, Rocky. His passing was not a surprise (he was over 30 years old) but it was devastating for her. He’d been declining for several months and one morning could no longer get to his feet. He tried - oh how he tried in response to Lucy’s increasingly urgent nickers. He rolled to one side, scrambled to get his feet beneath him, but in the end just couldn’t do it. He laid back down with a heavy groan, breathing hard.
This is just lovely, Jena, and the way it's supposed to work I think. Your generosity and empathy for Lucy was given with only her comfort in mind, and yet in doing so, her Lucyness anchored you back in a way no one else could have.
Thank you, Morgan. You understood perfectly. I’ve been trying to capture those moments when the differences fall away and we are in the presence of our collective Self. In those moments there is peace and we are able to give and receive without judgment, without conditions, without worry or doubt. Those moments are home to me.
I am so happy to hear this as one of the things I have always struggled with is how to make something as essentially linear and intellectual as writing speak to the heart. Language has both empowered us and isolated us from our fellow beings. If my words can bridge that gap and help remind us of the love that fuels the universe then I will feel I’ve done my job. Thank for reading along, Kimberly. I appreciate your feedback very much.
Aw that's wonderful that you were able to give her some comfort. ❤️ The 1st horse we ever owned, Amour, passed on when he was 33. He came to our home at the age of 19 and lived a happy life with us after many years of harsh treatment by his previous owner. We bought him for my beginner-rider-44-year-old-husband because he was a "bomb-proof horse". And he was indeed bomb-proof, because his gentle personality had been reduced to robot-like automatic behavior, to avoid abuse.
He bloomed and thrived after retiring to our pasture where he was no longer ridden. We miss him, but we know he lived a full happy life with us and our horse herd.
This is just lovely, Jena, and the way it's supposed to work I think. Your generosity and empathy for Lucy was given with only her comfort in mind, and yet in doing so, her Lucyness anchored you back in a way no one else could have.
Thank you, Morgan. You understood perfectly. I’ve been trying to capture those moments when the differences fall away and we are in the presence of our collective Self. In those moments there is peace and we are able to give and receive without judgment, without conditions, without worry or doubt. Those moments are home to me.
What a wonderful heartwarming story. It shows the need for and support of animals in our lives.
Thank you Stanley. They have been my lifelines for sure. It was as good for me as it was for her.
Thank you for sharing this experience, it shows how we can connect with our fellow sentient beings. Beautiful.
Thank YOU, Jeanne.
Animals know a person's energy....can read/feel their intentions.
Your love for Rocky and for her gave her comfort.
Your writing just touches me... it's your authentic voice and the words you choose to weave your narrative. ❤️
I am so happy to hear this as one of the things I have always struggled with is how to make something as essentially linear and intellectual as writing speak to the heart. Language has both empowered us and isolated us from our fellow beings. If my words can bridge that gap and help remind us of the love that fuels the universe then I will feel I’ve done my job. Thank for reading along, Kimberly. I appreciate your feedback very much.
Aw that's wonderful that you were able to give her some comfort. ❤️ The 1st horse we ever owned, Amour, passed on when he was 33. He came to our home at the age of 19 and lived a happy life with us after many years of harsh treatment by his previous owner. We bought him for my beginner-rider-44-year-old-husband because he was a "bomb-proof horse". And he was indeed bomb-proof, because his gentle personality had been reduced to robot-like automatic behavior, to avoid abuse.
He bloomed and thrived after retiring to our pasture where he was no longer ridden. We miss him, but we know he lived a full happy life with us and our horse herd.
I hope I did. She certainly gave me some.
I love your story of Amour and hope you will write more about him. Photos?
Sure, will do! I can't post any here, I'll do it via the Substack post. 🙂
BIG smile of anticipation :-)
You express so simply. And beautifully.
Teary, sharp intakes of breath 🫂🫂🫂🙏🏻🧘🏻♀️🌌
Thank you and of course a warm hug.
Magical. Breathtaking. Thank you for sharing Jena.
Awwww thanks. It was a magical day for sure. HUGS!
Hugs!
Cats behave the same way.