Saturday, February 12, 2011
" I would like to believe when I die that I have given myself away like a tree that sows seeds every spring and never counts the loss, because it is not loss, it is adding to future life. It's the tree's way of being . Strongly rooted perhaps, but spilling out it's treasure on the wind. "
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
“It came to me that every time I lose a dog they take a piece of my heart with
them. And every new dog who comes into my life, gifts me with a piece of their
heart. If I live long enough, all the components of my heart will be dog, and I
will become as generous and loving as they are.”