So, we went back to the shelter to try to adopt the puppy (no, that's not her picture). There was only one other couple there to try to win the raffle for her as well. The other couple won. We went back into the rest of the shelter to see the adult dogs (yes, there is a darling in there I would like to save, but we'll see, I'm hesitant about an adult dog I have no knowledge about). When we were on our way back we passed the puppy room while a staff member was posting a sign on the door. "Quarantined"! Very startled I asked the woman what the illness was, "parvo virus". I was shocked, none of these puppies will have been vaccinated because this shelter is still in the contract process with a local vet for the shots. Meaning that the little darling we'd been trying to adopt was very likely infected. So sad. Puppies can survive and often do when treated correctly, but in a shelter with low funding there is no gurentee of treatment being given. I'm pretty sure the couple who had won the one puppy were keeping her, I hope they did. So, we were protected in the end from huge vet bills or even a tragic loss. But now we must keep our distance from all dogs who are 6 months and youger unless they have been vaccinated because we are likely carriers for 9 months! Well, guess we won't be getting a puppy any time soon.
It has been so very very long since I was last writing my book, but I am finally back at it. So, here is an excerpt, hope you enjoy.
Violent silence.The sea swelled and boiled angrily as the salty wind ragged against the water's surface.She knew what she was supposed to hear as she watched the scene below her, but her senses were confused.There was no sound. The air felt as dry and hot as the scorched desert, yet it was also frigid and heavy with the salty dew of the sea.Her limbs were heavy and ached, yet she felt she was as thin and light as air.And from one minute to the next she was never sure if she smelled the spiced fragrance of blooming airbortai, or the sharp scent of the sea soaked granite cliff she was standing on.Then she understood.A dream.
'Kate, you’re in a dream, just relax.'She told herself.'Just receive the message and then wake up.'Her dreams had become rather extraordinary of late.As a lohairmin, a future seer, she should be used to such extraordinary things happening.But the gift had never affected her dreams in such a manner before.
Her attention was abruptly drawn back to the scene before her for she had been unexpectedly flung from the cliff and out over the angry sea.She was frozen in mid air for a full second then dropped to her doom with more force than a lead covered stone pulled by gravity.She released an anguished scream with eyes closed, but a minute passed then another, and she hadn't felt the sea engulf her or the jagged rocks beneath its surface tare her to bloody shreds.Opening her eyes Kate was stunned to see that she was in fact soaring above the roaring silent waves.She looked to where she was being taken and saw that she was approaching a distant spit of land.She recognized this storm ravaged place. It was the main land, the nation her ancestry had descended from. Cyghlehi.It was the name it had been granted for what it had once been hundreds of years before, a place of light.Now it sat uselessly wealthy, lonely, and forgotten by what had once filled it with that light.Kate shook her head as a few tears for what had been lost fell from her cool silvery blue eyes and dropped to the blackened sea far below.She was startled by the suddenness of a voice like that of distant rolling thunder in her silent dream as it spoke a familiar prophesy to its young lohairmin.
“What was lost may still yet be found.Light is coming again, though it will be every increasingly shadowed for a while before.You know The Light is never lost forever, if only a choice is made. Look to the Miyahlin, there a way has been fashioned.”
Kate smiled for she had heard these words spoken before, though it had been nearly ten years before during her eleventh summer, and she had forgotten them till now. She still did not understand what a Miyahlin might be, but she knew she would when the time came; she always did. Hope flowed over and through her like warm honey; there was still a way, and it was coming swiftly.
So puppy feaver has struck! Joe and I have been looking for some time for a small puppy to add to our home. Unfortunatly the breaders are hard to find out here and so many of them are for labs and chihuahuas. We love labs, but their energy and size are to great. chihuahuas...I don't want to step on the tiny thing! Plus we'd like a bit more inteligence. So we looked at Boston Bull Terriers. Very cute, sweet temperment and good size. But...$350 each?! Wow! So then we went to the local animal shelter. They have been full for some time and now must euthanize some of the older residence. We found many great dogs, but most too big for our appartment. But then there was one puppy that, oh my goodnes, really caught my attention. Clearly contains boxer (in her face and color) but her chest is narrow, her feet tiny and skinny like a terrior, and her ears are rounded and drooped like a beagle. She is only 1 month old and fits in my one hand. She instantly needed snuggles when I picked her up (I think the noise from the other residence was too scary for a pup that small without her mommy) and when I got her outside to walk her she was instantly ready to play. Unfortunatly too many people want her and so come Tuesday she will be raffeled off. I'm going to try it! If we are not ment to have her we won't win and I will take it as her Creator saying, she needs to be with a different family. Not entirely sure, but if we get her I think her name might be Mimi, which means wished for and spiritual passion.
I am in a world of appreciation/thankfulness. Life can and usually will be not so fun. It is far too easy to view life through a vision dimmed by the black haze of everything wrong. Coming out of this haze has been a tremendous and somewhat thrilling experience. I am just now coming to recognize that I was in the haze in the first place. Though while in it I could recognize parts of it, most was far too thick for me to even be aware of how dark things had become.
What started the exodus? A new (and sure to become very excellent) friend obeying their creator. I think this person is likely unaware of how profound their words really were and of how powerful the impact was because they were fully open and ready for the creator to use them. They said something like this: "You cannot carry the others pains or battles for them. The creator must carry these. But you can support them with your love and allow them to lean on you. Just focus on the creator's plan, the future you know is there, the future you know is perfect. All you can do is love and make your focus right, the rest is up to the creator, and he knows what he is doing."
Severely re-phrased, but the point is clear. I've come to realize (though I had thought it wasn't true of me) that in the midst of another's battles, I've lost sight of the one who allowd the battle to exist in the first place. I've lost sight of the things I have because of the things I don't have.
No, life is not easy, but it is not hell, no matter how close we may think we are to it.
I have an amazing husband with a mysterious and powerful destiny on his life that I get to share a piece of. I have just recently been able to purchase a laptop and Wacom tablet that will allow me to continue helping a ministry and expand on my graphic work. The budget might be tight but my creator made a way for us to have these tools. We have a car, how, I don't know, but we do. I have a gift for creativity that not only allows stress reliefe, but also lets me see a glimps of what my Creator can do through us mere humans when we say "yes". My Creator loves me and saves me. He is a very gentle a patient teacher.
I have so much to be appreciative for, its about time I start opening my eyes.
Praise our Creator! He makes all perfect ways open!
