Resonance

I spend a lot of time walking in the woods and thinking about love and mystery <3.  These photos are from my walk yesterday.

Today I drove into Boston and went to the Museum of Fine Arts with Seth and Amy. We go there a lot because Seth studies art in college. We joked that we have never gone to the MFA when it hasn't rained. If none of this is real and we are really in the Matrix, I wish they would reprogram the weather setting for our trips to the MFA.  It rains:  every. single. time. I didn't want to go to the museum today. I would rather have stayed at home and puttered around the house, but Seth wanted me to go, so I went. I looked at objects made by the hands of Greek men and women three thousand years ago: vases, cups, bowls, statuettes. These things didn't look old. They looked like stuff you could buy at Home Goods.

This afternoon I curled up on the corner of my couch with my book and a cup of hot tea. I read a story about a young woman who died of the Spanish 'flu in 1918. Her little pug dog, who was already quite old, sat in the cemetery next to her grave for the rest of his life. The young woman's sister brought food and water to the pug every day. For five years. During that time, the young woman's husband re-married and had two children. Finally, the pug died and was buried next to the young woman's grave. The sister said about the pug, "At first it seemed that he believed Sara would return, but as the years went by I understood that his loyalty asked for no reward, and that love comes in unexpected forms."

One of the reasons I believe in God is because I often see or hear or read something or something happens that rings through my soul with deep familiarity, a resonance, a clear calling voice that says, "All is well; I Am With You."

I felt that resonance today when I read the story about the pug--because it was a pug, but also because loyalty is an especially significant quality to me in my personal relationships. I value it above honesty (in most cases I can forgive a lie, especially if it is about my hair :- ) . Loyalty  is so very rare these days. It has become a societal norm to walk away when things are hard, painful, or inconvenient. Few are steadfast; fickle hearts reign. I have learned to become very careful about friendship, which is a shame.

After seven rainy visits to the MFA the weather has moved beyond the realm of coincidence. It rings with joy through my soul--an inside joke shared with God.