Bark In The Park
Just home from an annual Summer event here in Fairfield called “Bark In The Park.”
The first Friday of every month brings an Art Walk and a new reason to celebrate in the town square. The 1st Friday in August celebrates man’s best friend. There is the usual fair food, art for sale, live music, doggie parade… it’s sweet. My friend Mare has a pet spa here called Bubbles and we were there giving out biscuits and water for the dogs. Chardonnay for the humans. Several of the people who stopped by had recently lost a beloved pet. You feel their pain. It’s a special kind of loss.
Grief and loss are powerful lessons.
Why do the really huge lessons we learn in life require us to have a broken-heart? Couldn’t we learn the damn thing an easier way?
Mighty storms rip through our lives tearing away at our peace. It’s so confusing. Is a state of extreme discomfort, raw nerves, and emptiness the only fertilizer for richer soil? Pets, people, jobs, homes, everything comes and goes promising constant flux. It’s upsetting of course but only resistance to change brings us real pain.
Gracefully riding the waves in my sea of lessons isn’t easy.
You know, I don’t like showing up for life broken and blue. No one does. Show up anyway! The strength you need to get you through will be there soon enough. It will find it’s way through the broken cracks in your heart where the fibers of your character have grown strong.
Life is a beautiful thing when you have the courage to live it.
* For all those in the Friday’s Child Circle of Prayer. We send… Love, Light and Oceans of Bliss for the Highest Good of All.
And so it is.
Have a sweet one!