I’m starting this day in quiet reflection, knowing that I am exactly where I am meant to be.
A week ago I said goodbye far too soon and unexpectedly to my sweet cat Rossi. Twelve years ago I found her on my doorstep when she was just barely weeks old -- wild, sick and dying. Once healthy she was fast, zipping around the house from zero to 60, earning herself a name after the great Italian motorcycle racer Valentino Rossi. She grew to be a good friend, a fierce defender of the back yard, a tuna aficionado, a happy hedonist and a loving being who brought me much joy. 🐾
Love and loss …. Both leave us vulnerable. And so, like the delicate skeleton of a leaf fossilized in rock, we surround our fragility with hardness. But life is sweetest when we crack through that shell, exposing the beauty of the fossil, and letting both joy and sadness in. For the two always go hand in hand and I’m grateful today for both while remembering Rossi.