This morning I woke up absolutely over flowing with exuberant joy.
Have you ever had a dream where you swear that a loved one came to visit you? And in this dream it felt as if they were back. They were there in the flesh, but then within the dream you both acknowledged that they were only there in spirit?
Well that happened to me last night. It was so powerful. So much love. So real. This is actually the first post that I have written about Alo since his passing. Why? I don’t know. I miss him so very much. Sitting at my computer for hours without him by my feet, running behind him on our local trails. Everything I did, I did with him.
The feel of his guard hairs. The feel of his undercoat. The way his coat absorbed my tears when I was feeling down. His presence just sitting next to me even when he wasn’t feeling affectionate. I miss him.
Lessons from our time together will stay with me forever. He taught me how to trust someone without knowing their past. Letting their present-being be who they are now, not where they came from. Lettting our connection grow, our trust get strong. The honesty of his behavior when he was dissapointed in me. His whole way of being taught me to embrace life. Trust the spirits and energy around me. In Hopi Indian, Alo means “spiritual guide”. He truly lived up to his name. His spirit will always be with me. Primitive Optimism originated from the no holds barred approach to life and the joy he brought with it. It was so organic, so free, so primitive.