The roses are in bloom on the veranda, resplendent with furniture cast-offs from friends!
Standing by the back door, surrounded by such beauty, I have a heavy heart…
I have lost my darling Che-Mousy Bear.
He has passed.
Bealtaine Cottage seems empty without him.
Last week was difficult for me, as I struggle to come to terms with the loss of my mother.
Losing Che seems to be a deeper grief…pets have a way of getting deep into the recesses of the human heart and clearing a space there.
So, as you can imagine, I feel wounded.
This much I have to say, for there is so much goodness in the world that, at times, we are blinded to it in our own despair, anger, or whatever we feel consumed by…
Upon bringing Che to the Vet to be examined and worked on and after some time of dedication from the vet and all failing…the Vet refused payment!
Can you imagine how that felt?
Such kindness and compassion in the face of chaos and despair.
Never, ever doubt that there is much goodness in this world!
Following that, my daughter made the long journey from Belfast, so that we, as a family could mourn and finally bury him, within the stone circle…where he often played.
So, this week starts anew.
It is Monday and there is much to be done.
It’s a cloudy morning, at times, with the sun making brief appearances.
The paths need mowing and branches need trimming as the new leaves weigh them down.
There is an ordinariness to life that gives us all continuum.
And in between the work and rest, a little bit of my heart remains empty.
