Then right on cue, with no announcements or fanfare, the show began. Ashley, on the floor with Chase, was scratching his tummy. Soon they were both on their backs and Chase began what looked like yoga movements, raising and stretching one leg alternately with the other. He would make a move and then Ashley would make the same movement. Soon their were in unison. Cameras came out to capture the moment, the moment the healing medicine began to flow and the moment that offered the gift of laughter to those who needed it the most. Circumstances of their day and their life for a while disappeared, as the offerings of two dogs evaporated the somber mood and awakened these brave people to possibilities of hope.
For a while Ashley had found a moment of peace from the horrors of Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD). And isn't that what we all want? Just a moment of peace, a pause in the day when we are allowed, and when we allow ourselves, to slip away to a place of peace.
This morning my writing has allowed me to clear away the cobwebs and remember what is really important in my life.
When is the last time you had a moments peace, a space and place where your problems disappeared and you laughed out loud from that most sincere and genuine place deep inside of you?
Smiles were soon replaced by yawns and it was time to go. As we were preparing to leave, Julie, the Fisher House manager, stood with tears in her eyes and said, "You two don't know how much joy and laughter and love you bring when you come here...it is like no other time. Thank you."
Ashley and I hugged goodbye and she whispered into my ear, as she had Kelsie's, "I love you."
Until next time.