Since the passing of my cat Pickles I have been in some type of contemplative fog.
My ego wants to put everything in a box, label it and tuck it away. It tries to make sense of it all.
My spirit is in wonderment and appreciation. Allowing for the unlimited to be.
I took an early walk with god this morning and I realized that this ball of love that has impacted my life so strongly…never uttered one word.
How did I know Pickles loved me if he never said those words?
It was in his eyes. It was in his movements. It came straight from his soul. It was his energy that connected with mine.
This is making me realize even more so just how important it is to bring the energy of my soul into every encounter.
I can “say” anything I want. But am I able to send out the love without saying one word.
This is where I am focused today. Allowing the genuine love of my spirit to lead the way into this day.