Sacred Stories
She was at the post office feeling so depressed having sold her late husband’s small sailboat.
She looked across the room at a rack of greeting cards.
A familiar image….
A familiar message…. every memory a blessing.
“The pain of her death was exquisite.
I cried for weeks, but felt an incredible joy and comfort
that was an equal part of the grief.
I was so grateful that I had spent time with her
— only with her, fully present and joyful.” (p.163)
The Dharma of Dogs: Our Best Friends as Spiritual Teachers, by Tami Simon