Today
Today is the day I do it, for Doodle. Do what? It might be as simple as a hair cut. Not yelling at the squirrel, digging. This might be the day I learn something new about death and devotion, life and lingering. Compassion.
Oh Doodle, my sweet Doodle. You were a rabbit with a knowing look. A wise soul in a furry body. You knew me. You pressed me to speak softly and when I forgot, you were quick to remind, with your sudden agitation.
In the beginning, you were a biter. Of course I was told to get rid of you. Once a biter always a biter, you know how people think. Once you sunk your teeth so deeply into my forearm, I couldn’t shake you loose. Shocked, I held you dangling off my arm like a shark, or a barracuda. I would not give you up. ‘Love will triumph over whatever it is which makes him do this’, I said, and it did and it has and it never stops growing. Even in death, I love you larger than life.
Death closes a door, for certain, but there are many, many windows and I fling them wide open. Opening, always opening, and you are here beside me, in your heart of hearts, with that look which says, ‘Don’t even try to fool me.’
Death is to Birth, what Love is to Life. Death is a passageway, and we have made it frightening. It’s not! Trust that the Light is beautiful, and follow it.
Today is the day that I give up my sadness. Rejoice in the Joy of Loving! Keep those windows wide open.
LBM 10/31/17
