
I just finished listening to a very beautiful book on CD. It was about an Asian woman who shortly before migrating to Australia adopted a dog from an animal shelter called Max. The entire book is very soulful and beautifully written, besides telling the story of the relationship between the author Ying Ying and her adopted buddy and best friend Max, it is also a deep contemplation and exploration of the spiritual aspect of animals, of the special bond and part they play in our lives and the ways they can touch us and connect with us at a deep soul level. I highly recommend it not only to dog lovers but dog lovers will be in tears by the end of it, I can assure you.
The book was especially poignant as I borrowed it from the library shortly before my Mum died a month or so ago and in the past month the one constant companion in my grief has been my beautiful, sassy, spunky, spaniel, Jasper. He has been the one who sits quietly by me as I shed tears and is the one who reminds me of the joys still to be found in those happy present moments when we can enjoy the summer sunshine along with walks by the canal in the shade of silver birch trees. It is often on those walks I think of my Mum,sometimes smiling, sometimes shedding tear. I remember especially how she would always have some left over morsel for Jasper and of how excited he became as we neared her apartment block.
The final epilogue of the book contains these words on grief and loss. I must admit I cried to the depths of my soul listening to these words being spoken on the CD today. I just felt they expressed the depths of grief and loss so poignantly when some one we loved has gone, but especially dogs who seem in their capacity to be fully present able to remind us of how precious life is. I hope these words speaks to readers.
Do not stay at home and cry.
I am not there
I will not come back
I am the gentle breeze that strolls by in the morning.
I am the autumn rain that drips from the leaves.
I am the full moon that gives light to the darkness.
I am the vast ocean that releases power to your soul.
I am the look of tenderness, the taste of sweetness.
I am the smell of comradeship.
The sound of friendship.
Do not lie in bed and weep.
I am not there.
I will not get you up.
I am found across the park and beyond
I am seen through the happiness and the sorrow.
I am found in the passing waves and the flying seagulls.
I am felt in the soft air and the warm sun.
I am the reason for joy.
Wish for blessing.
I am the vessel for love.
Message for meaning.
Do not be mistaken.
I have gone.
But I am still around.
Ying Ying : Starting With Max. 
Wow, such breathtakingly beautiful and powerful words.
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It genuinely touched me so deeply, Rayne and when you hear the words read they really carry you across and deep into that ocean of loss. I am so glad you loved it. ❤
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It sounds like a powerful read. Thank you for sharing it with us, and for the beautiful way in which you frame the difficult subject of loss and grief.
Peace
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Peace in return and thanks sweetie for those kind words. Tough weekend this weekend. 😦
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I hope this comment finds you in a better place. Your writing is an inspiration and a comfort, I hope you realize this.
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I do now. Thank you for that.
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Peace and all good things
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❤
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I am so so sorry about your Mom. I know how that feels from the daughter perspective. Just wanted to let you know that it is true- those words.
It has been 12 years since I lost my Mom, but I tell you- there are times when she flies right out of me in voice, and words and in spirit! You will feel it in time, once the pain isn’t as sharp and agonizing. Be patient with yourself and grieve fully. It’s the only way through it. Never over it- but through it. ❤
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Thank you Shannon. I am really struggling today I had a message from a family member saying how I have to live in the light side but it felt like a slap in the face when I am grieving and trying to support a sister who has withdrawn totally. I don’t have any really close friends here and feel quite alone today. Those words of yours make so much sense to me. never over but through it… so so true. Thank you so much ❤ ❤ ❤
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Reblogged this on Emerging From The Dark Night and commented:
This was a lovely book to have listened to and the insight into someone’s grief process really spoke to me.. A reblog from a few years ago
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