“The expected always happens”
It was the coolest morning we’d had in weeks. A great day to take the dogs for a walk.
All of us were excited–it’s been hard on us–we all LOVE our daily walks.
The five of us are quite a sight, meandering back and forth across the narrow streets of our subdivision. This morning in particular we were all looking around at the changes that’d happened since we’d walked last–all those new smells had three canine noses pinned to the ground.
We’d gone about half a block when I noticed our Tibetan Terrier, Ruby, was on the trail of something especially interesting. Her nose was quickly scanning the area but came to an abrupt stop. She cocked her head to the side and shook it back and forth rapidly–then trotted off giving out a sharp cry. Her trot was awkward because she was favoring her right front paw. Something was wrong–
The reason became clear as Michael lifted her paw. As he brought up it up off the ground, a large black bumble bee fell to the ground.
Oh boy–she’d been stung and she was in pain.
Luckily, Michael was there to carry her home. Once we checked her out, we soaked her paw, iced it, and gave her Benadryl and pain meds. She’s definitely more comfortable but not quite okay–yet.
So, we’ve been on Ruby watch today. Not a bad assignment and one that could have resulted in some extra reading time. Honestly, all I’ve done is watch her and attempt to write a word or two.
I did find a prayer to share, though, and I think it is lovely.
Master of the Universe,
grant me the ability o be alone;
may it be my custom to go outdoors each day
among the trees and grass, among all growing things,
and there may I be alone, and enter into prayer,
to talk with the One that I belong to.
May I express there everything in my heart,
and may all the foliage of the field,
all grasses, trees, and plants,
may they all awake at my coming,
to send the powers of their life into the words of my prayer
so that my prayer and speech are made whole
through the life and spirit of all growing things,
which are made as one by their transcendent Source.
(Translated by Rabbi Shamai Kanter)
Rabbi Naomi Levy, To Begin Again