Saturday, October 28, 2017

Memories of Pearls

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. 

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