Timing is Everything

Wish I could start this post with, The Dogs are Back!  Alas, it isn't so.  It has been 10 days today and while part of me wants to remain positive, another part says, no way.  When they went missing for 9 days all those years ago, even though it was winter, they were younger dogs.  Younger and stronger.  Now they are both on arthritis supplements.   Jamaica especially carries no extra weight.  Jamaica is also on the special diet for a tender tummy, the hypoallergenic food so 'roughing it' just isn't in his lexicon.  But worse than that this is the Tweed.  It's rain forest and thus has many biting and bloodsucking insects; flies, mosquitoes, sand flies and especially leeches.  I have had two on me since we've been here and I wasn't wandering through the bush.  I can't see how two fine boned and finely fleshed dogs with little in the way of a protective coat can survive.

Other than that, and that's a big that, I am so grateful to be here.  Rang our ex-neighbours yesterday and heard the gut-wrenching news that the quarry is going ahead.  Trucks have been in and out, the rock crusher is coming and quarrying  is to start early next year.

Despite The Lost Dogs, the ups and downs of getting here, the doubts, the fear, the stress, ultimately I believed all was as it should be, that the timing was right and we were doing just as were supposed to do.  For a moment last night, when I was breathing in the night and gazing at the black silhouettes of The Sisters and Mt. Warning, even losing the dogs seemed a part of the greater whole and therefore part of the mysterious warp and woof of existence.  After all, they have their destinies to fulfill as well.  They could've chosen not to run away or to only run a little way and then come home.  They chose, for whatever reason, otherwise.  So, with this enveloping feeling of rightness, even the news of the quarry seemed to be part of the final look of the jigsaw. 

We were right after all.  All was, and is, as it should be and trusting in the process, in the rightness of being and timing, is the path to peace.  With or without wayward dogs.