A midafternoon walk, probably too cold and windy for one finally recovering from bronchitis and a touch of pneumonia, but nature and the heart said “walk.” The overpowering stillness broken only by an occasional hawk and magpie’s chattering. Spring buds and blooms dotted the winter tapestry like shining glitter that always seems to migrate to unsuspected places.

A simple walk with my little dog and nature until the car stopped some distance away and a woman and young girl hopped out and waved as they walked my way. Had I seen their little dog? He had gotten away. You could see the panic on their faces. I said I had not and got their phone number in case I happened to see him. Their walk back to the car much slower than their approach. As they left I stood in meditation’s prayer for the lost one and those who love him so.

It was a simple walk in nature until my heart discovered something it did not know. Oh yes, I continued to watch for birds, spring buds, and listened for the bird’s songs. But now my attention was also scanning for a small dog separated from love. The walk was different.

Today is Good Friday, the start of Easter celebrations and the start of the Jewish Passover. For some it’s another Friday. I am ever so cognizant of being sensitive and honoring all beliefs. It can be a bit tricky and even a thorny issue. The whisper bloomed on the cactus. Whatever the belief to know the power of love and Love. To see the bloom of compassion and hope that offers itself amidst the thorns.

What does such a reflection have to do with a family that lost their dog? Everything. We are changed when we experience compassion and respond to human need and loss of any type. And so on this Friday, a simple blessing that whatever the belief or day all may hold precious, may we experience such a change. May all life return to Love’s Home and be safe.