For the last 30 years, I have been on a spiritual quest.\u00a0 It’s been a windy road filled with loss, angst, anxiety and growth.\u00a0 This past year, 2017 was my dark night of the soul. I am private in these matters, but it is enough to say, that I was hurting deeply psychically and spiritually.\u00a0 It all came to a head the first 15 days of 2018.\u00a0 My Abbey was declining.\u00a0 My entire days were filled with so much worry. The worry of a mama is like no other.\u00a0 I was tired, skinny, anxious and overworked.\u00a0 I came down with the terrible flu that so many had.\u00a0 It was the sickest I have ever been with a flu.\u00a0 I was bed ridden for several days, delerious for a few and Abbey and Patrick hunkered down with me. I was in an altered world of sickness, fear, and true surrender.<\/p>\n
Looking back on those 15 days, I know that Abbey was moving back and forth between worlds.\u00a0 The AfterLife of All-That-Is Good and this life- where her mama was weak and scared.\u00a0 It is truly humbling to live alone and worry that you could actually die alone….\u00a0 Abbey was preparing to depart.\u00a0 She was sleeping so much more, that deep kind of sleeping that instills a sense of wonder in where the sleeper is abiding.\u00a0 \u00a0I know she was communicating and in touch with Madeline.\u00a0 Madeline was preparing her to return Home.\u00a0 But my Abbey was worried about me.\u00a0 I had been putting myself through so much this last year.\u00a0 Hidden from many but not my 2 dogs.\u00a0 They felt and sensed all my woes.<\/p>\n
These 2 weeks are very hard for me to write about.\u00a0 Because it brings me back there.\u00a0 We were a pack of 3, so tightly bonded in our silent world of infinite understanding and unconditional love. The hastening was coming.\u00a0 The hastening of my own breakthrough from the dark night which then brought the hastening of my Beloved’s readiness to leave me and return Home.\u00a0 My Abbey did not leave me until she got 100% definitive signs from me and from God that I was going to be OK.\u00a0 She left with a huge sigh of relief. Her whole being was ready, so ready….but she would not die until she knew I was standing on solid ground.\u00a0 \u00a0and I was…fragile but standing.<\/p>\n
Since her passing, so much light is entering my life.\u00a0 The light of pure goodness and joy of Bernandette Rose. Her rescue was my resurrection.<\/p>\n
and then something even more mysterious….This subtle yet so palpable shift into the Silence of God.\u00a0 How do I explain it?\u00a0 Okay, let me try.\u00a0 Imagine me-\u00a0 a human being that has run fast and anxious her entire life.\u00a0 My anxiety and OCD has also brought fits of brilliance of intuition and knowledge about dogs.\u00a0 This brought me my career!\u00a0 The only time I could touch this silence within is when I am fully present, teaching and working a dog.\u00a0 It- is -being -done -through -me.\u00a0 Not unlike a painter, a writer,a dancer.\u00a0 But then the other 90% of my days are anxious, running late, losing things, cleaning too much organizing beyond a necessity and on and on.<\/p>\n
and then Abbey passed..Grief hit hard…Bernadette found me.\u00a0 and I woke up one day about 2 weeks ago, and said to myself- I feel the Silence.<\/p>\n
Oh My God.\u00a0 It is hastening.\u00a0 That which I have always craved and only read about in old spiritual texts.\u00a0 I have experienced a dipping in to the Eternal.\u00a0 The anxious me is not me.\u00a0 I watch the anxious me from a vantage point right above me, without judgement or shame.\u00a0 The I that is watching is the same I that can speak to a dog with my touch, my presence and my compassionate heart.<\/p>\n
and then I wake up, drink too much coffee, curse at someone that is pissing me off, and I am human again.\u00a0 \u00a0and the Silence watches that too.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
For the last 30 years, I have been on a spiritual quest.\u00a0 It’s been a windy road filled with loss, angst, anxiety and growth.\u00a0 This past year, 2017 was my dark night of the soul. I am private in these matters, but it is enough to say, that I was hurting deeply psychically and spiritually.\u00a0 … <\/p>\n