This Eeyore-looking fellow here is one of my pugs, Henry. He's got luxating patellas, scoliosis, vestibular disease, a bum eye, and missing teeth. He believes that these assets are why he should charge a small fortune for his "love juice." I don't have the heart to remind him he's neutered.
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I woke at around 6am this morning from a dream in which my mind recreated a scene from my honeymoon with my first husband. I had forgotten about this particular moment, but my dream reminded me.
We were on San Juan Island in the Puget Sound, and we were hiking through a gorgeous park there. We came to a point that was steeeeep--where we got an open, panoramic view of a piece of the island. There was one of those signs saying, If you look in this direction, you'll see______. If you look there, it's _______. I felt as if I were the queen of something. There was a map of the world ahead of me. I had the sense that I had stepped into into some form of power, like all the Akashic records had opened up, and someone was guiding me though the secrets of my life, of all life. This was the summer before September 2001, a summer of innocence and ignorance, when the big news was a rash of shark attacks that left sunbathers wary of dipping their toes in the surf. My world was full of hope.
We both looked around in awe. I told him to make a wish. He wished that we would come back there in five years, and I wished the same.
Perhaps we shouldn't have spoken our wishes out loud. Nearly five years to the day, I was moving boxes out of our home into my own townhouse--a place for me to hibernate and heal some past hurts. There was nature all around my new place, which was something I had missed in the subdivision where we home we shared together. Nature heals me and makes me whole. Nature always draws me back.
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