Clyde was my little companion for the past 15+ years.
Yesterday, I walked to the mailbox alone for the first time in 15 years deeply feeling his absence.
Declining health complications with no response to medicine and not a candidate for surgery led to the hard decision I made April 14th. It helped when the vet said, “You’re doing the right thing.” Clyde was a little fighter. Still had his sweet, spunky spirit and wagging tail, still wanted to patrol the property boundaries to make sure we were safe. But because of a collapsing trachea, breathing difficulties and resulting chronic cough, he couldn’t get any rest.
Why Am I Sharing This On An Art Blog?
Because there is life outside of art. And life happens.
Sometimes there is more time for art and sometimes there is less. There are seasons and transitions between seasons…and it’s all okay and there is something each season has to teach us.
I am encouraged to see spring happening in the mountains this year; white and pink dogwoods coming into bloom, leaping black calves and dancing white lambs on pastures turning green, mountains fluffing up with foliage, birds flittering and twittering all about everywhere. In all of this I see the hope and promise of all things new….
Last week someone said, “April is a hard month for you.” She knew I had lost my mom last April 9th. She would have been 91 this April 14. The day I made the difficult decision to let Clyde go.
I am currently in an in-between soul-searching, journaling, imagining, seeking transition. It involves loss, change, letting go and moving on. How do I live out and express my art now?
If like me, you are in a transition between seasons, I encourage you to make any necessary, hard decisions and hold on to the hope and promise of all things new.