Mostly, I've just been busy being me.
All of us are called to this wondrous planet for a reason - the truth of which we can either simply see and revel in, or we can struggle...regardless, the journey occurs every day, and we are on it, whether we accept our path or not. I have accepted my path. It's a good one, mostly filled with miracles. It is miraculous that I get to spend time with our neighbors, make friends on my walks, get dirty rolling around in horsie dung, meet other happy and playful dogs, snuggle with my neighbor's cat who sneaks in through my doggy door and confiscates my little bed, bark at the seals as they peak their noses up through the cresting waves of the cold water; and be a comfort to my little human companions as they walk through their cancer journeys.
The meaning of my journey - why am I here? Because the world needs joy, the world needs love, the world is better because I am in it. Why are you here? Simple, the world is better because you are in it. The true meaning of life is the simplest of things - to experience the joy of love. You do not have to see your path, but you do need to feel it - your heart will lead you, your passion will touch you, and in return you'll feel fulfilled by each step you take along your path.
A while back I joined by dadz as he visited his friend Vince. Vince was getting ready to pass from this earth, he had metastatic pancreatic cancer and had elected to stop treatment. Dadz asked Vince if there was anything he could do for him, anything he could take care of for Vince. Vince said there wasn't really anything, that he had peace - however, he wanted to listen to Louis Armstrong's Wonderful World while he looked out his bedroom window, gazing in to the Puget Sound. Dadz and I went to Vince's house every day for a week and, while I joined Vince on the bed, dadz would sit on a chair, pull out his guitar and sing to him. Vince would smile and slowly fall to sleep. Vince's family gathered, and everyone came together to sing. Vince's journey was complete.