The Conscious Family
Love.
How do I write about love, and not sound like a cloyingly saccharine mom, a cheesy romance novel, a sappy Hallmark card, or all of the above? A deadline was looming; inspiration was not forthcoming. Then my muse walked over and put her wedge-shaped head in my lap.
My dog.
Of course! How could I ever forget the four-legged girl that completes our family? Both my sons officially count her as a member -- my oldest did, just yesterday. "There's you, Mom," he said. "And Dad. And me. And Alex. And Zuva. FIVE of us! Wow, that's a big family!" (I'm not sure that four plus a dog actually qualifies us as a 'big family,' but in his little mind it does -- we are big in the love department, definitely). My heart burst. I am such a dog person. I grew up surrounded by dogs, and there is not a single childhood memory that I can't somehow connect to a canine companion. They fill a special place, deep in my soul, and I wanted to try to impart that feeling to my children. So, two Christmases ago, we got our first puppy. It is hard to believe that it has only been two years, as I can't imagine life without her. Feels like she has been with me forever.
Maybe she has.
I went to see the amazing Laura Cleveland for a card reading, and I brought a picture of Zuva for her. An awesome session transpired, with Laura sharing her intuitions and impressions of my dog with me. One statement she made in particular resonated right to my core: Laura said we have been together for lifetimes. Yes, lifetimes. Not that I am intending to proselytize about past lives, karma, and reincarnation, for ultimately, who really knows? Yet the idea resounded through my bones, as there is a comfort and
Zuva
"Puppy Love"