It is 2 p.m. on Valentine's Day and Raj's broken heart remains inconsolable and he is now embracing death, no longer even
wanting his carrot juice. He is on the other side of the living room
from Vinny and YumYum and has been placed into a new cage
with a newly laundered cuddle cup but to no avail. I am going to
get him an active, curious, adorable one-year-old male guinea pig
as a last attempt to save his life. It is the only thing left to do and
he is displaying no symptoms of pneumonia, only lethargy and
grief. If he responds to his new friend the way he responded to
Vinny Guinea and begins to take food and drink, he will live, I am
certain of it. If not, this will be remembered as the Valentine's Day
Guinea Pig Massacre. And when strong enough, I will go to my
mountain and scream and howl until I am too hoarse for any more
sounds to come out and too dehydrated for any more tears to fall
and will rub mud on my face and go all tribal and cover myself
with leaves and lie down and watch clouds go by to remind myself
of the impermanence of Life and why we must invest in being as
completely present in the moment because it is the Moment Itself
that is actually the PRESENT we are Gifted.


You are all so much more than I have a right to ask for, each appearing in your own special ways at the exactly right times,
it has been too perfect to have been orchestrated by anyone
less than God, which Itself deepens my Faith that all the Little
Buddhas rest blissfully in the Lap of the Incarnation of Compassion
Himself...


Happy Valentines Day and at no time in my 55 years on planet
Earth have I felt more loved than on this day, this week, this
month, this year: YOU ARE THE PRESENCE BLESSING
ME WITH YOUR PRESENCE AND THE SHEDDING OF
YOUR OWN TEARS WHICH RUN INTO THE OCEAN OF
DIVINE LOVE FOR ALL LIVING BEINGS, OUR LITTLE BROTHERS AND SISTERS, AND ONE ANOTHER.

      I do fear for Raj today...

Love,

Chana