First comes the fall, them comes the restoration, and both are gifts from God
Julian of Norwich
Laugh, and the world laughs with you, cry, and you cry alone, as the saying goes;
I was working on a pithy post late last night, when I received word that one of our family was suffering inordinately, and it seemed a bit inappropriate to continue. Although this page IS a refuge from the barrage of bad news that floods our media, I’m an empathetic girl and seem to more acutely feel the suffering of others, especially when I’m made aware of it.
He/she made the statement, “well, back in the crate for me”; my first impulse was “have you learned nothing? You may have been released from an even greater crate, and aren’t yet aware of it!” This was a classic case of crate-itis; dad and I viewed the situation from afar, and though we have the attention spans of crack addicted squirrels, even we could tell that the balance in the relationship was tilted significantly, and too much power was being given up in exchange for security.
So to you, and you know who you are: we get it, we even feel it with you, and in no way mean to minimalize your suffering. But know one thing, if nothing else: as in everything else in life, THIS TOO SHALL PASS; hope riseth in the morning.
We now return you to your regularly scheduled snarky broadcast; we be of one blood, ye and I.
Always love a Julian of Norwich quote. “All shall be well; and all manner of things shall be well.”
We’re all in this soup together and we must come alongside and lift one another when our turn in the crate comes along…and it does, or it will. The knowing that we are of one blood is a comfort, indeed. Charlie girl, you and Dad bring hope and sunshine to more…far more than you can possibly know. We’re beholden.
GoKingsGo!!! Sorry couldn’t help myself.
Say hello to Elk City!
Headed to Barstow first.
I have a brother and sister-in-law who are in the crate now and I hurt because I’m not there to help. Their home in Houston flooded Monday with 24 inches of water. Friends and co-workers rallied around to help pull out what could be saved and stored in a friend’s garage. Looters had already been there ahead of them. Thankfully both cars were saved. They are safe and all else is just “stuff” that can be replaced. They had flood insurance, but will not be able to live in the house again. It’s too far gone and they will move. We all have a “crate” that we must survive. Thanks, Charlie, for all your moral support for the rest of us.
It’s been a while since last we ‘connected’ on FB but since first learning your story, I carry you with me in my mind’s eye always and you are FOREVER in that special reserved space in my heart for those I truly love…even if I have never met you. Anyways, as I pass through this life sometimes not being able to ‘paws and smell the roses’, I forced myself today to do just that so here I am Charlie. I do not know to whom you and your Dad refer too, but their sadness/struggle certainly is palpable, so I will whisper a few words up to that Brightest Star in the Sky and hope somehow they will reach who you have referred to in this post…sometimes, the tiniest of lights that dwell within us often offer us the greatest strength and hope as long as we continue to believe! @};- This time I will leave a lil virtual chew toy and some virtual dehydrated liver treats for you dear Charlie..one day soon, I hope to send the real deal your way sweet precious girl.