One lovely day in July, My friend Miriam, her dad Forrest and I attended the Cascades Raptor Center of Eugene, Oregon. I knew it was mostly full of rescued birds, but still felt a little concerned about all the cages. In my mind, birds in cages is just a very sad situation. So imagine my delight when I stepped up to the first raptor - Guillermo, an Aplomado Falcon and he stepped forward on his perch so he was inches away from my face, and started talking to me. The first thing he said was “take off your glasses”, which I promptly did. Then, looking straight into my eyes he told he how much he loved living here. How proud he was to be an ambassador for raptors, and how much fun he had interacting with all the people who showed up every day to visit with him. That would have been enough for me, but it kept going. Every cage I visited showed me another raptor who wanted me to know how happy and proud they were. Even the shy...
My dear little dachshund boy died recently and despite my work with beings on the other side, it still hurts and I still have to grieve deeply just like everyone I know who loses a pet. I've been focusing a fair amount on him and how he’s doing postmortem and I’ll share it here. The initial imagery I got when I checked in a few days after his passing was of little cherub-like creatures bouncing around and flittering in the air. Made me think of fireflies. I didn’t really care if the images were from him or just made up by me, they made me happy and that’s what I needed right then. Max has always been clearly aware of what I need. He came with me when I went to work at my healing clinic and he’d nestle himself under the massage table and ground the energy as I worked on clients. He always sat with me on the couch when I watched tv winding down after long days. If I was extra sad, he’d put his head in m...
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