Anything is Possible!

With Faith, Hope and Perseverance


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Moo: A Stream of Consciousness Post that’s not just about Cows.

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The first think I thought of when I saw today’s Steam of Consciousness prompt, “moo,” was of course cows and how I’ve given up dairy for lent. It’s because I love animals, especially mammals, cause I’m a little biased being a mammal myself…..Where was I?

Ok, I’m not going to go into the bad stuff about cows on factory farms, but I will say that dairy has been hard for me to give up, especially cheese. (I cheated with cheese a couple weeks ago, and my digestive system is still not back to normal.) I’ve had no trouble not eating meat for over 40 years now, except chicken and fish, no trouble not eating mammals, but dairy has been hard. I’ve missed having pizza. I had a pizza with vegan cheese, it even melted, but yeah it wasn’t the same. It was good though.

I will probably indulge in cheese from time to time, but what lent has taught me, as it often does, is that it is possible to live without consuming mammal milk products. As an adult anyway. Lent stretches me outside my comfort zone, which is why I’ve done better over the years at not eating chicken. To be honest, I will probably go back to eating some fish after lent, mostly salmon or shrimp. I’m sorry shrimp and salmon. I will only eat your now and then, like once or twice a month, but during lent, you get a reprieve.

The second thing I thought about when I saw the moo prompt was my little Mary Moo. Her name was originally Marigold when I got her for my daughter almost 15 years ago. Marigold turned into Mary, then Mary Moo, then Mary Moodle, then the song that starts out, “Mary Moodle, you’re not a poodle, Mary Moodle, you’re just a mutt.” I’m not going to take you to the other lines my stream of consciousness has created over the years containing things that rhyme with mutt. Nope. Not going that far.

Anyway, Mary Moo will be 15 next month. She’s doing okay though she sleeps a lot and is deaf as a stone.

Do you have silly nicknames for your animal friends?

Here are two pictures of Mary Moo:

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Mary Moo on a road trip.

This one, below, is the painting I did for the back cover of my soon to be published book. Mary is the one all the way on the left. The littlest one.

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The Saturday Stream of Consciousness is brought to us by Linda G. Hill. who blogs at:

https://lindaghill.com/2017/04/14/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-apr-1517/

SOCS

Here are the rules for SOCS:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!


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Answered Prayer

I asked God to take away the desire for a partner or else send me a good one. “And God, I would really appreciate it if you could get my soulmate here before Dad and Jesse die,” I added.

  From Trust the Timing

When I prayed that prayer seven years ago, I knew I would be strong enough to deal with the death of my father and my dog, Jesse, when those times came. Even without a partner, I had proven to myself that I could cope with loss and keep my head above water. No matter how much it hurt, I would deal with it. But I didn’t want to go through it alone gritting my teeth and forcing myself to be tough.

Now, as I process grief for my father, I can’t imagine how I would deal with the waves of sadness, especially after I spend a day going through Dad’s abundant possessions and then come home to sort through his mail and paperwork. I’m going through mom’s stuff, too, because he didn’t want to get rid of anything after she died eight years ago. If I had to do this alone as the only surviving child – and go to work the next day at a challenging job – it would be overwhelming to say the least.

But I don’t have to do it alone. I know that even if I was still single, God would walk with me through this, and that I’d survive (probably with jaw and neck pain from the teeth gritting.) But it helps so much to have a supportive partner. That is an understatement. Not only does my husband support me emotionally, he made it possible for me to quit my job just one month before Dad died. We didn’t know the timing would work out that way. But I bet God knew.

My husband was here for me when Jesse died a couple years ago, and now he’s here for me as I grieve for my father, because God answered that prayer.

God doesn’t always answer my prayers my way. Despite all I’ve learned about trusting the timing, God still seems awfully slow to my limited perspective regarding prayers yet to be answered. But I know things are being worked out in those I love, and ultimately, love will prevail.

I am thankful beyond words.

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2012, just after our wedding

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Here’s Dad on my wedding day.


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Dog Years

“Compassion, in which all ethics must take root, can only attain its full breadth and depth if it embraces all living creatures and does not limit itself to mankind.” – Albert Schweitzer

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Beep will be 15 dog years old in October. That’s approximately 100 in human years. She still  jumps around at meal times and when the leashes come out, though she limps more after a walk on her stiffening legs.  Beep is one of my step dogs.  We met in 2011 during the long distance re-kindling with my old flame. David has known her since she was a tiny puppy, when she was named for her high pitched bark. They’ve been together through thick and thin. So he’s going to take her to the Blessing of the Animals for Saint Francis Feast Day, on the first Sunday in October. It should be interesting since she’s a feisty old lady and possessive when it comes to her pack.

Beep is doing very well for a 15 year old dog her size. Still, it doesn’t seem fair that dogs have such short life spans, and that we’ll be saying goodbye again before long. I looked for a scientific reason why dogs don’t live as long as people and didn’t find a satisfying answer, but I did find the  following story which helps.

I do not know the author, so if you do, feel free to let me know.

A Dog’s Purpose (from a 6-year-old).

“Being a veterinarian, I had been called to examine a ten-year-old Irish Wolfhound named Belker. The dog’s owners, Ron, his wife Lisa, and their little boy Shane, were all very attached to Belker, and they were hoping for a miracle.

I examined Belker and found he was dying of cancer. I told the family we couldn’t do anything for Belker, and offered to perform the euthanasia procedure for the old dog in their home.

As we made arrangements, Ron and Lisa told me they thought it would be good for six-year-old Shane to observe the procedure. They felt as though Shane might learn something from the experience.

The next day, I felt the familiar catch in my throat as Belker ‘s family surrounded him. Shane seemed so calm, petting the old dog for the last time, that I wondered if he understood what was going on. Within a few minutes, Belker slipped peacefully away.

The little boy seemed to accept Belker’s transition without any difficulty or confusion. We sat together for a while after Belker’s Death, wondering aloud about the sad fact that animal lives are shorter than human lives. Shane, who had been listening quietly, piped up, ‘I know why.’

Startled, we all turned to him. What came out of his mouth next stunned me. I’d never heard a more comforting explanation.

He said, ‘People are born so that they can learn how to live a good Life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?’ The Six-year-old continued, ‘Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay as long.”

Live simply.

Love generously.

Care deeply.

Speak kindly.

Remember, if a dog was the teacher you would learn things like:

When loved ones come home, always run to greet them.

Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.

Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.

Take naps.

Stretch before rising.

Run, romp, and play daily.

Thrive on attention and let people touch you.

Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.

On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.

On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.

When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.

Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.

Be loyal.

Never pretend to be something you’re not.

If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.

When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT OF EVERY DAY!