Never did it occur to me that on this amazing day, the animals were to receive a blessing rather than bestow one. When I learned that this was the case, that it was the animals who were to be blessed, I was terribly disappointed. I liked my idea much better. These evocative words elicit landscapes of images and feelings unique to each person, however, many of us use these words in a spiritual context. Grace is unconditional love.
Creation is grace .
And we didn't do it. It was someone else setting the table for us. As embodiments of grace and blessing, animals have been setting the table for me all my life. They serve as my doorway to particular states of mind and heart that I reach most easily and consistently in their presence. I'm not talking about an extended case of the blues, but about protracted periods of emotional deadness that have required medication to alleviate.