Snowy now lives with us. We feed her millet and hamburger, vitamins and flax seed oil. She is loved and fawned over day and night, given daily walks in the wilderness, and has full reign of the house with at least eight soft places to sleep. She has gained weight and instead of being scraggly and anxious, she is content and beautiful. The day I took snowy back to her own yard, once behind the gate, she became frantic, and in that desperation she lept over the fence.
Desperation is part of creativity.
It is so difficult for us to change, to break out of old patterns that sometimes desperation is an ally. Snowy longed to be free and I too long to be free of the fear that keeps me from following my creative spirit. It has become clear to me why this dog is in my life. Like the volcano, she is the essence of determination, and by her example she has shown me that I can also conjure up a fierce tenacity when I have my heart set on something, even when it seems insurmountable. Not that I don't encounter resistance.