The hell? My car smells like dog?
So now I am totally smelling dog everywhere because– hello, my dogs go swimming every day and if there’s anything that you can smell it is wet dog. :: sigh ::
Suggestions welcome for how to improve my car aside from burning it and buying a new one since there is no new car in my budget at this time– but some lavender sachets? Pine? Alas– those in the Squam store are far too lovely for my car.
you: Okay– whoa. You’re MIA for 10 days and now you’re gonna bury me in photographs?
me: Um, yeah?
Last week I was walking the beach and found a conch I will treasure for all time– not because it was perfect, lustrous with a pink mother-of-pearl glow. No, because she had been ravaged by the sea and the elements, but was still intact.
For me, maybe for you, too — life can bat us around like a sack of catnip. It can be challenging to weather the storms of relationships, misunderstandings, heartbreak and garden variety mishaps. Sometimes we might want to scream at the heavens for a little bit of explanation— and then, in reply we find a response– like this shell, or like the gorgeous tiny, amazing live snail I found Friday night on a city sidewalk that had just been washed with rain after seeing this fun, but essentially lame-o movie.
For me, the answer is always– just hang in there– stay true to your heart.
Stay connected to the mystery. Just keep standing in your light.