The Meaning of My Journey

The Meaning of My Journey

As you can see, I’ve taken a little time off from writing.  Mostly it’s been due to my health – it is declining and I am getting older, and well, time has mostly been spent sleeping and reminiscing with my momma and dadz. That’s the way it is supposed to be, a journey, a travel through this little world where we meet people and animals and engage in something magical – loving others and allowing ourselves to be loved in return. Connecting. Mostly, I’ve just been busy being me. All of us are called to this wondrous planet for a reason – the truth of which we can either simply see and revel in, or we can struggle…regardless, the journey occurs every day, and we are on it, whether we accept our path or not.  I have accepted my path. It’s a good one, mostly filled with miracles.  It is miraculous that I get to spend time with our neighbors, make friends on my walks, get dirty rolling around in horsie dung, meet other happy and playful dogs, snuggle with my neighbor’s cat who sneaks in through my doggy door and confiscates my little bed, bark at the seals as they peak their noses up through the cresting waves of the cold water; and be a comfort to my little human companions as they walk through their cancer journeys. The meaning of my journey – why am I here? Because the world needs joy, the world needs love, the world is better because I am in it.  Why are you here? Simple, the world is better because you are...

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