A long, long time ago, I met a dog. Her name was Pearl. She was something to behold.
Shortly before I knew more about her, I had a half dream, half truth and half awake thought about what I could do to help some animals the heck out of the nightmares of the storms we were living in Florida that year.
The thought involved a plane that would hold many animals and get them to safety. I even thought I might have been insane.
Well, turns out I was, I found a plane, a shit ton of money and safe places for the animals to be. Needless to say, I didn't get much sleep that week. Nor did any of the staff that worked with me at that shelter.
Today, I got a call that probably changed my life in so many ways I can't begin to explain. One of the owners of one of the animals called - she'd tracked me down on Facebook and she wanted to let me know that Ms. Pearl was on her way to heaven soon.
I went through half a box of Kleenex while wrestling with the joy I knew was still part of the equation. .
Someways, it's easier to just be. Others's it's easier to be a pushy broad. And most just fill you up like this day and you pray you have enough Kleenex to cry yourself out of it.
I could not be more grateful. I'm not sure there is enough Love for a day like this. But I do know this - if you don't follow your dreams, you will not help the world be a better place.
Follow on, fellow seekers.
