Clearly I’ve been unsuccessful at this blogging gig. Perhaps I’ll try again? Could I? Should I? Probably not but here goes...
It’s 4:30 in the morning and I’m not sleeping but, that’s not surprising. I’ve been thinking about Brandy, the most intuitive animal I’ve ever known. And then about Jack, the most hard luck case I’ve personally seen. And then Scrappy, the ugliest and most regal. I’ve been very lucky to have such wonderful family members.
And that brings me to my human family. They seem to understand me and my quirks. Understand when it’s personal and when it’s not. Some understand what I need and some give what they THINK I do but, regardless, I know it comes from the heart. I’m grateful to have this love in my life but don’t express it often enough. Others don’t have it and I wonder why I was blessed this way. Sometimes I wonder if I’ve earned or deserve it. I’m also lucky I don’t question it often.
I’ve come to realize that the more I try to right the wrongs of my predecessors the worse my wrongs are. When I live organically, the rights just happen. If I don’t plan, pine or push, it falls into place. When I am myself I am much better. Their sins are not mine. A clean slate at the starting line was a gift. So, what about my sins? How do I wipe them clean? I guess I can’t. I can only atone. And counsel against them hoping the next generation isn’t doomed to repeat them.
Isn’t that the gift animals give us? That they are authentic? There’s no good or bad for them, they just ARE. They are themselves no matter what. Sure, their experience shapes them but they don’t waste time wishing for something that isn’t. They may “want out of their cage” but not because they have regrets and want a do-over. They just want to be free to be themselves and do what comes naturally. Because that’s what makes them better. I know that’s an incomplete and somewhat inaccurate analysis but it’s symbolic, isn’t it? Symbolic for me, perhaps.
