Spring and the wheel of the years

[ceitfianna]

Today with my parents we dug a hole under the maple tree that was planted when I was one year old to bury my cat Suzi who was a part of our lives for sixteen years. She's buried under the arms of this tree that has grown with me as she did. For she chose me and protected and loved everyone in our family and knew our tricks and how to get us to feed her as many times a day as possible. She was strong and good and would let me just hug and talk to her and cry when I needed it. She protected our yard and ate lots of catnip. I miss her but it feels right burying her on one of the first true days of spring. Life is turning a corner and reawakening and I know that even though there and times when it seems impossible that what you wish for can happen or that things will get better, the wheel of the year keeps turning and things will change. The dark of winter will pass as the first bulbs and flowers struggle through the ground. Things will change and be reborn though perhaps not in the shape we imagine but the shape that's right for us. For that's the trick of the wheel of the year, it knows what we need even when we don't. So all you can do is hold on and keep yourself surronded by love and hold unto the hope that beauty and love lies within each of us. And even on days when nothing seems to go right for you, the fact that daffodils are blooming and a fresh breeze is blowing is enough reason to smile. I feel privledged that Suzi chose me to share her life with and I hope that whatever is next for her is joyful.