And then there was the street dog who's heart met mine. I'll call him Coal. Inky black, short haired, deformed, searching, hopeful, and loving was Coal- I saw him coming, I sat down on the sidewalk, and for the next hour and a half he sat in my lap and we shared love. He didn't hesitate about, or question, anything I had to offer, he simply accepted. Reiki flowed easily, deep sighs, tiny stretches, eyes slowly shutting, and then finally, a reiki nap. I couldn't change this dogs life- that was not a possibility, or the right thing to do for him. His life was here, he was getting by, he knew where he was and, I am sure, had his daily routes all figured out. But I could, and I believe I did, change his day. Don't we all crave unconditional love? The touch of gentle hands? The opportunity to be held and cuddled when we need it the most? When he had absorbed what he needed in that moment, I fed him a bit of food, and poured out some water. I reminded him that our hearts are forever entwined, he looked me in the eye and said, "I know. Thank you." The whole thing was easy, clear, and sweet. Safe days to you, Coal, may your path be easy.
