Reflecting on my journey through life, I consider; such reflections will be different for everybody, my memory won't be theirs and theirs not mine. Our body goes hither and thither at the beck and call of life's circumstances. I consider my own. My soul is forging ahead on the path regardless of where the body resides but my heart drags its feet wanting to go back along the path and find the lost children. Sometimes the heart wins and then the soul must pick up the rejected and shattered pieces and carry them forward again with words of wisdom but that will never end the pain. . . just help forget it for a while. Can the heart ever be one with the soul? I suspect not, no matter we try. Heart or soul. . . the dilemma. I suspect it is the heart that wrote this while the soul was busy elsewhere.
I’ve just heard from my old friend, Rupert the Malamute. He wasn’t always an Alaskan Malamute you know, he chose to come back as one so that he could watch over some dear people he had observed from his ‘other world’. His name isn’t Rupert either; his real name must forever stay a secret. I digress, Rupert would normally write on his own blog but I wanted to share his words with you here.
“You must believe in yourself, believe in your dreams and pursue them with love in your heart. When you love, your dreams will find you.”
Rupert also threw in a tip about liqueurs; he said you can make a tasty one cheaply with Maple Syrup and Ginger Wine; it makes you wonder about his previous life I reckon.
Despite an occasional plague of illness Rupert remains the mentor, the philosopher, the example to follow in life and a friend of which anyone could be proud.
So, good on you Rupert for sharing your thoughts and as the Cornish might say Du re bo genen ni oll.
Mmmm, I think you know too much already, but what the hell. . . retired firefighter, martial artist and self thought philosopher, some say cynic, some say skeptic, some know the truth. . . . most never will.