Happy, Happy...Joy, Joy

One might get the impression from my blog that I'm eternally disgusted, disillusioned, and downright bitchy. It's not really the case, though. I think of this as my personal forum to black & white my random thoughts and observations. It just so happens that lately, a spate of ugliness has settled around my family and I. However. lest you despair that you will find no joy in these pages, I submit...

A warm lick, a gentle peck, reckless tug-o-war and intemittent feedings are just some of the things that keep me joyful. We each struggle to find our "bliss" (as my Uncle Christopher so aptly calls it), our passion, the one thing that can fulfill us regardless of situational circumstances. Fairly obvious I would think for anyone visiting my posts, I would surely dry up and blow away if it weren't for animals. Of all kinds.

The absolute and unconditional shudder of joy that drifts through my body when J asks for food is sublime. I sleep barricaded in by two furry hineys stretched luxuriously by my side. When it's time for me to heal, to help , or to hope, I can count on my little friends to provide comic relief, a link to my more natural prehistoric past, and just the pleasure of being in company. As I write this, I find it incredbly difficult to actually say all of the things I want to and mean to. This passion/bliss runs so deeply in me that it is inexorably bound up with my essence. No separation. That may sound a little off kilter..but is it really?

J just landed on my shoulder and is asking for food...how miraculous is that? Huge smiles all around!