There's a great family movie called "Secondhand Lions". It's fun and I like it a lot. There's one scene where one of the heroes, Hub gives a "coming of age" talk to his young great-nephew Walter which goes like this:
"Sometimes the things that may or may not be true are the things a man
needs to believe in the most. That people are basically good; that
honor, courage, and virtue mean everything; that power and money, money
and power mean nothing; that good always triumphs over evil; and I want
you to remember this, that love... true love never dies. You remember
that, boy. You remember that. Doesn't matter if it's true or not. You
see, a man should believe in those things, because those are the things
worth believing in".
All of the dogs below have passed on now. Some of them actually have been gone for many years but there's not a day that goes by that I don't think of them. Every single one of them was a treasure whom I loved dearly. They say "grief is the price we pay for love".
In our culture we're so often taught to feel embarrassed about or ashamed of our emotions, even of love.
That very wise American man Jim Rohn used to say, "Let life touch you". In other words - let yourself feel.
That very wise American man Jim Rohn used to say, "Let life touch you". In other words - let yourself feel.
Kahlil Gibran, who is my one of my favourite writers, wrote about Joy and Sorrow.
Your joy is your sorrow unmasked.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
And the selfsame well from which your laughter rises was oftentimes filled with your tears.
And how else can it be?
The deeper that sorrow carves into your being, the more joy you can contain.
Is not the cup that holds your wine the very cup that was burned in the potter's oven?
And is not the lute that soothes your spirit, the very wood that was hollowed with knives?
When you are joyous, look deep into your heart and you shall find it is only that which has given you sorrow that is giving you joy.
When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.
Below : Left to right, Cheyenne, Quinten, Brandon, Carla
Below : Victoria Rose
Below : Hamish
Below : Victoria Rose
Below : Conan as a puppy
"And some day the loved and the loving
shall meet on the mountains again"
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