Death took its toll. The body slows as the spirit heals.
The loss of Molly struck deeply. The mind off in the distance, the body tired, it took a week before walking again. The fresh air calmed but my head bent in repose watching my feet. Finally looking up to greet the day my boots plodded on.
As the heart pumped, happy chemicals flowed invigorating a sluggish system. After the final round in the meadow my efforts were rewarded with a rest in the Adirondack chair. Life is once again met with love and anticipation.
Samuel, that sweet man, had tucked wire mesh over Molly’s resting place to keep deer from digging in the soft dirt. Sitting there breathing in, heart beats slowing, the silence of nature quieted the ragged places bringing them home.