A year or more has gone by. I could not write a thing. I had many thoughts, but those were accompanied by many tears. Hard to type on a keyboard while trying to dodge teardrops. So, I waited till the spirit moved me. Not sure if the spirit is moving me, but I'll pound the keys a bit now!
I don't watch much TV. Tom loved his Westerns. He was Gunnabe Cowboy in his cowboy competitions! I love to read, and thanks to BookBub.com and my sister Sandra's generous offerings of her books from her Kindle to mine, I am kept in constant supply of reading material. Great diversions they are! I read a sweet story, and I want to share a snippet from it that I would like to be able to read again....and again.
Angelo's Journey: A Border Collie's Quest for Home by Leland Dirks
"On nights like last night, the third night in a row that Angelo has spent away from home, I worry. And I wonder at the power of love....
What is it that causes us to take such risks with our hearts? Knowing that in a moment, the ecstasy of loving can be replaced with the pain of loss?
Why on earth would we put our hearts in the hands of another human being, knowing that humans so easily fall pry to vanity, jealousy, and hurt? Or the knowledge that that person might die?
Why would we allow ourselves to love another whose lifespan may possibly be less than our own?
I believe that is was Alfred, Lord Tennyson, who once wrote,
I hold it true, whate'er befall;
I feel it when I sorrow most;
'Tis better to have loved and lost
Than never to have loved at all.
I believe that we are certain to experience loss, through inaction, through insensitivity, through indecisiveness. And it is only through the gamble of loving that we might avoid, or recover from, such inevitable losses.
So, love...love your friends, your family, your pets, your neighbors, the strangers, your enemy...Many times such love will be as seeds that fall on stones...and often, your love will be repaid with loss...but, oh, those rare few seeds of love that take root...while the plant grows, will yield such joy...and even if that love eventually dies...the memories of its joy are worth the risk.
That's what I think!"
Well, I did it again. Tears are making it difficult to continue typing....so till next time......as my Tom used to say, Love like there is no tomorrow!
