Sunday, 14 June 2009
Solid as a Rock
I have never been what I would call a 'spiritual' person. I have trouble believing in what I can't see, touch or hear. But something is changing and it is weird and I need to talk about it. In my circle of 'dog blessed' friends (and you know who you are) I am getting more and more, the sense of a certain departed soul morphing into me. Yes...the soul/presence/essence of another is worming its way, quite physically, into me. It pleases me to say that it is a comforting sense of peace and somewhat soothes the rawness of her loss. I felt the void of my dear little girlfriend most recently and its loudness and vastness spoke to me. Hence, I have started collecting rocks from all the places that we visited together as a team and it will be our memorial. Life, as sweet as it is, is quite lonely without my Cowgirl.