c’mon Hen!
get up!
let’s go home
ahhh…
this glorious mess
from the moment I arrived
until I leave
we’ll be learning
exploring
how to work
in tandem
They won’t listen, she said.
They won’t listen, he said.
All of us walking around with our broken ears.
Who will listen first?
A long time ago I read I’m Listening with a Broken Ear by Vicky Kaseorg.
Each victory with the little rescue dog taught personal lessons in redemption and grace, patience and perseverance, and the power of transforming love to spread through a community in most unexpected and unlikely ways. There were multiple failures, and repeated surrenders to hopelessness. Each time, her weakness was thwarted and overcome by unexpected help and miracles. In the process, Vicky came face to snout with the harsh reality that real compassion involved action and responsibility. ~Amazon Description
I think something(s) I heard there…stuck.
Thought provoking. It occurred to me that a rescue dog is a possible symbol for our “spirit,” our “soul.” Not so much as new ones on earth but after the vicissitudes of life leave us guarded, doubtful, pessimistic. It seems I’ve triggered some Google algorithm that is now dishing up an ever increasing supply of rescue dog stories. I must confess the caring, patience and love that is displayed amazes me! One story even covered a rescue goat that was transported from a northern state to a farm animal rescue farm here in Florida. An illustration of a cooperative community working together for positive change. I’ve no doubt the lessons are sewn into the fabric of your life!