Until three years ago, this Nun had never had a dog.

Always cats.

Until this week, I had never known how a dog becomes a part of your life, especially such a needy one as this beautiful girl.

So much utter love she has.

Not to know where she is; it is like losing an arm.  A huge empty space.

The door here is always open now. In case she finds her way home.

These rescue dogs are a sacred trust.  Many can never be healed or recovered. But we try; oh how we try...

Sometimes people seem to think that some pursuits and activities are more "holy " than others.

Surely not so?

Jesus lived a physical life; as we do.

His words are full of everyday images.

Because all is holy if we are given to Him and if we give all to Him.

Very few seem to know this.

So our vigil for this lost creature and the pain we feel are holy; remember Jesus speaking of the lost coin and the lost sheeep?

Parables and realities.. inseparably intertwined.

Blessings this night....  

For love, simply.