The Glimmer of Healing —- Wednesday, May 20, 2020

Gradually, Boomer is healing.  The very strong medication seems to have worked, although, he is still exhibiting some signs of breathing trouble

Now his old bones are refusing to move comfortably—I have something for arthritis, which I hope works

I watch him carefully all the time —trying not to let despair creep into me like an early morning mist

Wait! I said to myself….What is there, right by the tire!?!?

A HEART ROCK!

I picked it up and took it home. When I washed it off I saw that the heart-rock was a tad worse for wear…a series of chips on the corner

A big chip on the other side

Still a gift of love from the Universe to me.

Peace and love and hope and concern are oftentimes fraught with worry,

Boomer and I will take everything one day at a time.

Thank you so much, once more, for all your thoughts, concerns, and prayers.  My hope is Boomer Beaglie Brown will get back to his joyful little self; I will do whatever I can to help him get there.

That and pray.

Your friend on a western Colorado farm,

Linda

 

 

 

A Mystic Exaltation—Sunday, July 9, 2017

The mail arrived yesterday….all the way from the other side of the United States…a land of warm sunshine and lots of rain, a land where the countryside is enameled green and lush.

The package was very unexpected.

And heavy!

I opened it excitedly to find

A note wrapped around a rock!

The note reads: “Hi Linda,  The instant I saw this heart rock, washed up out of the farm road by all the rain, I knew it was for you.   Best wishes, Marianne”.

Removing the note I saw this amazing heart shaped rock, wrapped with a gold ribbon!

What a wonderful gift!  A chord of music sent from her mountain, a timeless enchantment; adding magic to my day.

Thank you, Marianne!  I have placed this jewel in my rock display, complete with your note!

Because of this great and delightful world of the internet I can also share with you, the same heart sparkling all the way from here to there!

From my world to your heart,

Linda