December 12, 2006

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    Saturday I went to my house with Marcos trying to get papers and books left


    on my bureau that weren't damage by the fire....surprisingly we noticed


    that all my spiritual books...and tapes were thrown on the floor near a small room


    where I kept all my clothes and ...it was more a store room...where all


    unnnecessary things ended up...I was astonished at the sight of all the pile of books


    almost intact ...no damage from the fire or the water...only one or two were soaked...


    I picked them up...and started putting them in a box...a lot of books...books I had forgotten for


    the last years...slowly I opened  some of them....if I had the power to go back to those times...


    when I translated each one of them for my yoga friends as seva...or selfless service...


    just a few years ago....everyday at 3 in the morning got up...and translated all these books...


    there's one left...I promised to translate...and never did it...the Bhagavad Gita from


    Janeshwar Maharaj....I put it aside...maybe...who knows...maybe I'll have the grace to do it...


    under all the books and spiritual tapes I felt something soft....I asked my son for his flash light...


    under all that was Nikita dead....my beloved Nikita...


     


    Am doing fine...


    A hug....


     


     


Comments (4)

  • Nity siento lo de Nikita, es difícil cuando se pierde una mascota tan querida, este año perdí mis dos gatos con los que tenía años y los quería mucho, uno falleció de una infección estomacal al parecer y su madre se desnucó cuando intentaba trepar un árbol.

    Besos

    ALMA

  • Que mal Nitys... Hace tres años yo tenía una gata negra que se llamaba Bruja y murió de un paro cardíaco después de que la atacaron dos perros... Y la verdad que se sufre un montón :(

    El único aliciente es que según nuestras creencias, siempre nos reencontramos de una u otra forma.

    Te mando un beso y mucha fuerza :heartbeat:

  • Trying to figure out the sense and sequence of that. Could a vet autopsy the cat--sorry I suppose if no one did, no one can mow.
    Vest let it drop and move on, perhaps. Enough heroism for you, my friend, even if the bravery is just moving on.

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