The good always walks hand in hand with the sad. A couple of months ago I posted here on my blog that I was intending to manifest a miracle for my son. We had found out that his beloved teacher would not be able to loop with the kids next year, and I said, “if it is meant to be, we’ll manifest a miracle and he’ll be able to stay Bill’s teacher.” I asked you, my friends, to help in this experiment to see if we could help make it happen. I said that I believed that there are a whole lot of things in this world that CAN be altered, if we only ask, and believe, and work to make it happen. So every single night I would hold that future in my mind, seeing either 14 children of Bill’s age moving into the neighborhood (okay, that was a long shot) OR that one of the 5th grade teachers would magically move. I worked blindly. I had no idea if it could work. It didn’t look very good. I asked the principal a few days ago how the situation was standing. No new kids had moved into the neighborhood, and no 5th grade teacher was moving. That’s okay, I thought. I always realize we may not get what we ask for, but I still believe in miracles.
A few minutes ago we received an e-mail from his teacher. Due to a sudden staff change (a 5th grade teacher moving!) Bill WILL get his teacher again! I screamed, and showed Bill the e-mail. However this happened, with whatever help we garnered from around the Universe, it HAS happened, and I hereby claim our ‘experiment’ of manifesting this miracle a HEARTY SUCCESS!!!! If you took part in this, sending good energy to create it, a hearty thanks. If you stood by on the sidelines, just curious to see how it all unfolded, I offer you this proof that miracles DO happen! If you tell me that it was just a coincidence, that of course teachers transfer all the time, and it just happened to be a 5th grade teacher at this particular school that transferred at this particular time, I agree with you. It DID just happen, BUT, we ALSO ASKED for it to happen! That is the very very very good that has happened this day.
The very very very sad that will be happening at 2PM is the end of this leg of our dear dog Rusty’s journey on Earth. He is lying in the sun out in our backyard, soaking up the green. I brought him a bowl of purified water and held his chin while he drank. I sat with him, just touching his shoulder. I could feel his shudders, hear his ragged breathing, hear the low moaning from time to time. Yes, I know it’s time, yes yes, but still the tears come as I watch him breathing, and here, knowing he won’t be breathing, or here, in a few hours. And yes, we know about the circle of life and all that, but it’s still hard, this physical thing, these changes and transformations from one form to another. We get used to what’s here with us, and don’t always like things to leave, or change. But change is the one constant in our lives, isn’t it? No matter if it’s good or bad, it will always change into something else.
So I sit here, torn between crying with joy and crying with pre-feeling the sadness about Rusty, but in the end it doesn’t really matter WHAT the tears are for, because I’m just letting it all flow through me, unhindered, and for that, I am eternally grateful. Life is gentle and kind, death is inevitable, but WE go on and on. Even puppies. RIP dear Rusty - we’ll catch you on the flip side.