Just a few short hours ago, I sat among four strangers in the office of a lawyer I did not know and signed papers that relinquished my ownership of and rights to The Castle.
In the summer of 2006, she taught me that courage alone was a mere abstraction, but when coupled with the convictions to act upon those thoughts, mountains could move and magick would happen. And they did. That is when I took title to Cherry Cottage and she became The Castle.
Together, we experienced achievements and defeats; disappointments and blessings. We shared joy and heartache; beginnings and endings; crippling loneliness and peaceful, solitary contentment. It is where I grew wiser and older and where she taught me independence, perseverance, resilience, character, and most of all, the rewards found in rejecting those haunting voices of fear, which speak to us in discouraging whispers whenever we contemplate change.
She has been both a blessing and a burden, but nonetheless, her time to leave my possession has arrived, and although it is nostalgically bittersweet, I am accepting of this transition and I embrace the memories that will live in my heart for all my days.
With the learned courage of my convictions, a new chapter begins – again – with love, light, and an abundance of positive energy.
Goodnight and Godspeed to both of us.
It has been five months since my canine companion of more than sixteen years has departed this earth, leaving me empty and grieving. I did not expect, and therefore I am unprepared for, the depth of sorrow I feel at the loss of his presence beside me. There seems to be a bottomless well of memories and triggers that waft
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