“Like archaeologists of the soul, we need to excavate our hidden depths to unearth the shards of the spirit, and then reassemble those fragments into a whole self.” ~Caroline Myss
My heart has been working really hard to let itself break when another piece of me wants to keep on pushing through. It takes a lot of courage to let ourselves feel the pain of any given heartbreak, of any given misfortune. I am trying to be brave. I feel fortunate to have Doug, my rock and my beacon of light.
Because even in the dark I know this to be true — eventually hope rises up to meet us. It cracks open our hearts to the light within ourselves waiting to be seen, to be born again.
Biscuit has been gone for a month today. Doug and I are very much feeling the loss of our little Biscuit. We both catch ourselves thinking that he is still here, expecting to see him. Things are not the same without him. It has only been a few weeks, but it feels like an eternity since we last saw him. Biscuit was very integrated into our lives. Each day we spend time talking about him and we tell each other how much we miss him. There is not a day that goes by that Biscuit is not at the forefront of our thoughts. We hope that Biscuit is having a grand time running and playing in a body free of sickness and pain; and we are hopeful that he is watching over us each day. We know that Biscuit will send us the “right” sheltie friend.
I am grateful to have this blog and my photography — they are helpful to healing and providing an outlet for me. Your comforting words, thoughtful gifts, and telephone calls have been very much appreciated. We are so grateful that Biscuit touched so many lives, including our own. Biscuit has had a tremendous and permanent impact on our hearts and lives. Doug and I are so grateful to have met and shared our lives with Biscuit.
Below is Biscuit’s paw print (his left paw); and a photograph of Biscuit taken in Vermont this past May. (Doug and I are still deciding how we are going to preserve and display Biscuit’s paw print).