Sunday, September 18, 2016
I picked up some shimmery colored pencils yesterday at Five Below originally to use at work this week. On a whim though this afternoon I passed a stack of my own coloring books on a shelf in my kitchen I probably haven't opened in a few months. So I've been sitting on my back deck for the past hour soaking up the sun and working on an easy Mandala with the new pencils. Forgot how much I love to color...especially when I'm NOT at work. And coloring really does help to ease all kinds of anxiety.
Thursday, September 8, 2016
Wednesday, September 7, 2016
I know it's something I don't do often.
Usually because I don't feel I have anything all that interesting to talk about.
Every now and again I will look at my blog list links and realize people who used to post constantly have not written in a year or even more.
I guess this is the result of life happening.
Sometimes it's a shame though, because they had really interesting content and were good at their craft.
I'm sure it's probably difficult making that work look so easy though.
Saturday, August 20, 2016
Is the day for our dog.
I've been kind of ignoring this for the past week since I scheduled the appointment.
I went to yoga class this afternoon and again this weighed heavily on my mind.
I asked for another sign that I was making the right decision.
On the way home, a song came on the radio about being guided by wild Angels.
When I got to my house, I opened the mailbox and out flew one of those white butterflies again....
I guess it's time.
Monday, July 4, 2016
So I've been struggling with a tough decision these past few days.
My pug, who is 12, seems to be off lately.
As it is, we have to do almost everything for him because he is blind and no longer moves around much.
He has started to lose a ton of weight though, eating and just walking has become more difficult.
It has been my hope that he will just pass peacefully in his sleep but so far I don't see that happening.
I had a bunch of family over this weekend who haven't seen him in awhile who recommended it is time to probably take him and put him to rest.
One of them even offered to do it while I am at work so it would be easier. I have been kind of avoiding making a decision at all and told them I would let them know after the holiday weekend.
When I went to yoga yesterday, my dog came into my mind most of the class. At one point I remembered that part of his name means freedom. When I was presented with this thought, I realized that freedom also means letting go; to put the end to pain and suffering. At the end of class I laid on my mat for a bit at peace with my decision that one day very soon it would be okay to let him be free.
When I got up from my mat to leave, I looked out the window and there was a white butterfly on the glass.
I took this as a definite sign as well that it is almost time.
He has been having a hard time with even recognizing and accepting touch lately but here is a pic he let me take of him yesterday.