It seems it’s normal for the flu to take its toll emotionally as well as physically. And since I’m feeling that emotional zap today, presumably from my body fighting to keep me healthy, and I’m feeling really low, I thought I’d put up this picture of Frieda and Minnie sharing the dog bed in front of the wood stove.
It’s a picture of something I never imagined would be. Because for so many years, Frieda chased Minnie relentlessly and tried to kill her again and again. I still find it hard to believe that they actually get along now.
I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of, or completely used to seeing these two so comfortable with each other. I don’t know how it happened, how they worked it out. I’m sure part of it is that Frieda got old and mellowed some. And part of it is the mystery of how they communicate with each other, what goes on between them that I’ll never know.
It’s hopeful thought, not only in the obvious way, but in my own way of thinking about change. For all those things that I see as stagnant and hopeless, this reminds me that there’s so much I don’t know and so many possible outcomes that I’m sure I never even imagined. It also reminds me that at some point, maybe even later today, I’ll be feeling better than I have for the last couple of day.