Wiley's Wisdom

Joy: From the Ground Up

The Holiest of Holidays June 20, 2013

We all have them. Special moments in time that are only ours, cherished deep in our hearts never to be forgotten. I was enjoying the warmth of the sun in the backyard today and one of these secret anniversaries of the heart sneaked up on me.

I remembered a day at the Oshkosh Humane Society a couple days before my parents brought me home. It was hot and muggy (like it was today) and Katie was playing with me outside. She was (by far) my favorite angel helper during my time at the shelter, because she embodied servant leadership. She made me realize the important impact someone we meet in passing can have our our lives. She did little things for me to make my time there feel more homey, like bringing me extra treats and buying me a special toy. The thing is, those little things may have been little to her but they were never little to me.

Neither was our moment together that day. We were playing catch with the Mr. Prickles she’d given me in the play area outside. She laughed and I smiled and I couldn’t tell whose happiness came first. I couldn’t tell where my joy ended and hers began. That remains one of the most memorable moments of joy in my life.

I’ve never shared that moment with anyone and today I found myself wondering why. It is these special moments, these secret anniversaries of the heart, that make up our own personal unique definitions of joy, so why on Earth would we keep them all to ourselves?

Like Sarah Ban Breathnach speaks of in Simple Abundance, it took a secret anniversary of the heart to remind me that there is always time to remember these special moments in time we cherish deep in our hearts. “But there is never time enough to commemorate what we cherish unless we pause to observe, when they occur, the holiest of holidays.”

My holiest holidays usually involve moments that might seem random to the outside eye. Like the special moment I had with my mom six months ago today. Instead of the humid mugginess, we were surrounded in the most beautiful diamonds of snow glistening as they fell down from heaven. From start to finish, everything about that moment was perfect. Again I don’t think she could possibly have known how blessed I felt to watch her run around like a ninny with me outside that day. I knew she was cold because she was so excited to get outside in the snow that she didn’t put on a sensible coat. But we played and she laughed and I couldn’t tell whether my tail wagging or her laughter came first. Joy. In a moment, there it is.

It’s no secret. Today I celebrate that day, the joy it created in my heart, and the inspiration it provided to finally put my words out there for the world to read. Today I celebrate six months in a row successfully sharing my unique perspective on things with whomever will take it. Today I celebrate you. Thank you for making my doggie dream a reality.

Playing in the snow

 

13 Responses to “The Holiest of Holidays”

  1. huntmode Says:

    Wyles – that is quite simply one of your best pics yet! What is the purpose of the ruff in the back on the “sweater?” As to sharing those highest of holy joys – oh, yes, you favorite dog, doit, doit, doit! HuntMode

    • Aw, thank you, friend. This pic was what I used for my very first entry back on December 20, 2012. Mom makes me wear the sweater when its snowy outside because she says it helps me not get as many snowballs in my fur. The ruff on the back is purely fashion…I’m not too proud to admit it. 😉 Shine on, dear friend.

  2. Lyn Says:

    Despite all that added fur, no one could fail to recognise those gorgeous eyes, Wiley 🙂

  3. Nikitaland Says:

    Wiley, that is the cutest photograph of you! I thought it was soooo cute, that I just pinned it on my Dog Pinterest Board!

  4. Thanks for sharing the holiest of holidays with me, Wiley.

  5. No, thank YOU, Wiley for bringing those special days and moments to Mom’s iPad every day!

    Love and licks,
    Cupcake

  6. Reblogged this on Wiley's Wisdom and commented:

    Commemorate what we cherish. It’s a simple idea too often lost in the hubbub.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s