He Is Not Mine

Photo Credit Jason Bath

This beautiful dog is called Berty.

I have the joy, honour, and privilege of loving and living with Him.

I provide food, although He can find his own food.

I provide shelter and warmth, although He can do that himself too.

I make it easy for Him.

We share good times together.

He joins me in some of my human pursuits and I join in Him in his dog pursuits.

We hit it off with each other when He was a few weeks old. It was love at first bite.

We were already connected.

I paid someone money so that I could take care of HIM.

But I don’t own Him, anymore than He owns me.

He’s not mine.

He’s not a trophy, or a status symbol.

He is dog.

I am human.

We are both spirits of Nature, who hang out together.

We are one.

I am blessed.

I love him.

That IS all.

Love Life, Angela xx

Clearing ~ by Martha Postlewaite

Do not try to save the whole world or do anything grandiose.

Instead, create a clearing in the dense forest of your life

and wait there patiently until the song that is yours alone to sing,

falls into your open cupped hands, and you recognise and greet it.

Only then will you know

how to give yourself to this world so worthy of rescue.

Love life, Angela xx

Remembering King Harry

Everyone experiences loss and grief in their own way and it’s not a response we can predict.

I used to dread the day when Harry, my Golden Retriever would die. I imagined my heart would break into pieces and couldn’t imagine how I could ever live without him.

I imagined I would write a soul felt tribute to him, make a video, share all of his sporting achievements and rosettes.

I thought I’d get a paw print pendant made.

When the day I arrived, he left his wordly form peacefully.

Then came my tears…for a couple of days, weeks, months, and still now. But the tears were accompanied by the strangest, unexpected feeling.

Instead of feeling overwhelmed and consumed by grief, I felt enormous love, joy, and connection to everything.

Naturally I missed his physical presence.

Now there was a quiet space which used to be filled by the sound of him panting.

But joy?


I wasn’t expecting that.

I didn’t do any of the things I once thought I would.

I didn’t write a tribute – others paid tribute to him.

I didn’t have a pendant made.

None of the usual external comforts felt necessary.

And life carried on.

Like all dogs, Harry embraced and celebrated LIFE.

He revelled in the simplest of doggy pleasures…a tennis ball, a blade of grass, surfing the waves, a kind word.

That’s what he did in abundance. Naturally. Without question. Without overthinking it.

Singing the song that was his life.

I will treasure him and his memory for ever.

I love you and miss you Pots…

Angela x

Of The Earth

Can you imagine, walking in Nature, and suddenly having a massive insight about how nature, animals, and ourselves are all connected?

Experiencing a feeling of oneness and seeing that everyone is whole and complete.

Seeing that we are not separate.

And that the wellbeing of one benefits the wellbeing others.

Time standing still.

Every step is ‘of the Earth’.

Realising that if more people understood this, there would be less suffering in the world and more love for life – in all its forms.

Because people protect what they love.

When you get quiet and connect with Nature, your soul starts to speak to you, with little nudges of ‘wouldn’t it be cool if…?

Are you listening?

Love life,

Angela xx

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