“I come from the mountain,” he said, and growled. This was no game, however, but serious shaman voodoo meant to jolt me. I knew the mountain, too. “Do you know how many people I’ve taken out there?” he asked. “Just you,” he said.”You’re the only one.” We talked a long time. The rest of this is secret, but it really happened. “Say good-bye to this place,” he told me near the end.
That was the least of the energy he’d come to share, but today I tried it. Whenever my eyes lit on something in the house or outside that I was predisposed to hate, dislike, or wished I’d never see again, I addressed it with a firm “good-bye.” The actual word in real time. I felt a tiny shift each time I did it. The faint dissolving of a bond.
John Hamilton Farr lives at 7,000 feet in Ranchos de Taos, New Mexico, U.S.A. As New York Times best-selling author James C. Moore tells it, John is “a man attuned to the world who sees it differently than you and I and writes about it with a language and a vision of life that is impossible to ignore.” This JHFARR.COM site is the master writing archive. To email John, please see CONTACT INFO on .png)
” Whenever I my eyes lit…”
“…felt a tiny shift each I did it.”
Late night posting! Thank you, corrected.
Lady was telling you she would like you to save another dog soul so you can playfully grab a snout again. Beautiful animals.
My sister had a much beloved Rottweiler many years ago. Thought she could not ever have another dog until she felt her say —-“save another” and she did many times over rescuing senior special needs dogs of all sorts giving them wonderful lives till their end. Spirits waiting for care and love.
Well, it sounds like wisdom was given and accepted. Hope it helped.
I could sure use some today!
You must log in to post a comment. Log in now.