His name is Luther. He came to us on MLK weekend about 8 years or so ago. A Newfoundland rescue from a despicable, intentionally cruel puppy mill. Terrified. Hungry. Not at all sure love existed… but hopeful.
I love him, still. And, yes… he’s still helping, years after he crossed the Rainbow Bridge.
Early this morning, he appeared in my dreams, offering comfort. Reminding me of the power of courage and love over evil. He even offered to tell his story in the book that’s finding form around here these days. In his own voice. Hope, if you will, for some of our Littles living in the midst of the chaos, now.
He also made me promise not to tell everything before the book is ready!
That’s Luther on your left, with his “blind dog” collar, curled up with his chosen sister, Phoebe. I have some two-handed journaling to do. Dominant hand, my questions. Non-dominant hand, his musings. Tissues will no doubt be involved!
Here’s the thing, though… somehow he knew, even before I did, that what we learned together in those years holds a way to make our way through these days. And our Litttles need to hear that hope! (Even the ones headed for college!!!)
For this moment… another reminder of holding hope:
May we have ears to hear!
ps… I have ears to hear the magic you feel calling you! And a medicine basket full of ways to help you get there! Want to chat? 45 min. My gift. Just click here and the calendar elves will find you a time! You’ll want a cuppa, some Red Thread if it’s handy, and something for notes. Glinda can’t wait to meet you!
