sorry for the needy subject line,
it will make more sense in a second!
soooo, okay --
this summer, something really weird happened, or rather
something really weird was happening in my head.
I thought I was going to lose my legs.
As in have an accident, and lose my ability to walk.
so I rushed to get health insurance
and told my mom and few good friends to be ready for it.
nothing happened. (let's not jinx it tho)
It took a convo with a therapist for her to point out that...while i had managed to hang on to my means of transportation, I had chosen to strip my dog from his smell --- aka, his raison d'etre.
In his book, that is. (How Roscoe Got his Smell Back on Amazon)
--- I'm no great sorceress, yet.
It got me thinking about why my subconscious was going to such extremes,
what was it after?
AND today... it sort of hit me,
it was unconditional love.
As in, by me for me.
Bestseller or no bestseller.
Legs or no legs.
Do you ever wonder what it would feel like
if you stopped believing that you "had to fix" something
in order to deserve
I think I used Roscoe as an experiment, a vehicle to see... how he would make it through the other side... after losing what he thought defined him.
And the 3 things that saved him, at the end, were:
1. natures healing presence,
2. the unconditional love of his two friends,
3. and his willingness to let go of being invincible.
So when you find yourself at your saddest most pathetic moments...
just ask yourself... "do you love me now",
and if you can say,
You're a real hero.
And if you can't say yes,
just remember that it’s only a a matter of time.