Is there a problem?
Originally uploaded by Nancy Dunne
10 years ago today I came home from a workshop to find a spooky little blond girl in the back of a crate in my basement. I opened the door and sat down outside, and in a few minutes the most beautiful greyhound I’d ever seen walked slowly out of the crate and put her face into my collarbone and sighed. Finally, she seemed to be saying, you’re here to take care of me. A year ago I arrived in a new country, and the same blond girl hobbled over to me, sank her beautiful face into my shoulder, and sighed. Finally, I’m tired and I hurt, but you’re here to take care of me.
Happy Gotcha Day, my Bridge Angel. I miss you.