Tuck and Juice are monolithic figures in your journey of self discovery. I’m fascinated by it.
What you described in this week’s letter, I have embraced in my own way, across many inputs, but the story is the same between us: unconditional love IS.
Unconditional love baffles me at times because it is the simplest idea to grasp and yet the most difficult idea to practice--judgments, expectations, hopes for more, they constantly crop up like weeds in the garden.
I’ve learned that being a gentle gardener is key. It’s okay if I miss a weed or two. They only get bigger and more easily identified as they stick around and grow. Eventually I’ll pluck those pesky invaders.
Okay, scratch that analogy. I love all plants! Weeds are just “plants out of place.” I love them as I love the darkness within me that I’ve cast out, and the darkness that I have yet to cast out.
Thanks for thinking/feeling and bringing me along.
Oh and before I go, my dog was named Lazlo, he was my buddy and he taught me that fierceness is tempered by gentleness. My strength and ferocity is an expression of love when it is charged by a gentle heart. RIP Lazlo, I hope you and Tuck are hanging out in the big dog park of Cosmic Splendor.
This is such a beautifully written tribute to Tucker, and a love letter to the beautiful life you and Juice are living.
Thank you, Mom ❤️🔥
XOXOXO
I’m at a loss for words and simply living in the emotion from this piece <3 So beautifully moving <3
I love you, Shannon! Thanks for sharing so many special memories with Tuck and me. And now Jootz too :)
Tuck and Juice are monolithic figures in your journey of self discovery. I’m fascinated by it.
What you described in this week’s letter, I have embraced in my own way, across many inputs, but the story is the same between us: unconditional love IS.
Unconditional love baffles me at times because it is the simplest idea to grasp and yet the most difficult idea to practice--judgments, expectations, hopes for more, they constantly crop up like weeds in the garden.
I’ve learned that being a gentle gardener is key. It’s okay if I miss a weed or two. They only get bigger and more easily identified as they stick around and grow. Eventually I’ll pluck those pesky invaders.
Okay, scratch that analogy. I love all plants! Weeds are just “plants out of place.” I love them as I love the darkness within me that I’ve cast out, and the darkness that I have yet to cast out.
Thanks for thinking/feeling and bringing me along.
Oh and before I go, my dog was named Lazlo, he was my buddy and he taught me that fierceness is tempered by gentleness. My strength and ferocity is an expression of love when it is charged by a gentle heart. RIP Lazlo, I hope you and Tuck are hanging out in the big dog park of Cosmic Splendor.
Thanks for sharing! It brings up fond memories of my dogs Max and Rocky.