Ohhhhh Stacey, you make it all sound so lovely - "in a meadow surrounded by saints and loved ones, all your beloved departed dogs, and a slew of saints." And how glorious to hear I 'belong in their company,' whether they even exist or not. To belong! To walk with them! To pray with them. If our souls live on without our bodies tying us down, may we not be many places at once? Could Niko be with you, and when you're busy, might he walk with me through the meadow? How fun to contemplate!
Memory as time travel. I can see where there would be dark places we prefer not to revisit.
Me, useless and unproductive, yes, those are words in my head that I keep trying to ignore, to prove wrong. With social media and so many homesteaders posting their accomplishments, I look like a total schlub. I am a schlub!!!
But you assure me I am more than that, so I will listen to YOU, not the inner critic who never stops finding fault with me and blaming me. :)
THANK YOU FOR THIS Stacey!!!!
Just shared your memory as time travel with three friends (none of them are at Hive).
First One: