I'm making houses out of old boxes with pretty paper, scraps of wood, old jewelry boxes, and Altoid tins. (I am glad I grew up "poor" - it is easy to find treasures in things bound for the trash.)
It's raining and thundering, so my dog has desperately situated herself between my feet.
She's trembling.
I play my music to increase my pleasure and reassure her, but it doesn't seem to make much difference. She trembles on.
This reminds me of my own trembling at different times, not that long ago, and also of yesterday's lunch.
A very admirable and faithful friend reminded me of the unfairness that my old wounds should impact an innocent person. (Innocent person=my husband.)
True. True.
But, wait.
I feel incredibly honored to be my dog's safe place during a rainstorm. And I believe that what is harmed in relationship (or a thunderstorm - will I ever understand this?!) can be healed in relationship.
My dog has settled in and so have I. What an honor to help one another heal...
Just sayin'.
