Pockets Full Of Soul

I started this blog because of a calling in my soul. It’s been there for a long time – I don’t remember when it began, I just remember gradually becoming aware of it, as though it’d always been there. I realize now, it HAD always been there. I just had to wake up first.

So this blog is about me and my story – my healing, my evolving, my becoming more and more ME.

I want this blog to illustrate a heart breaking wide open, I want it to show courage found and employed, I want it to show shaking vulnerability and fear, I want it to display love both gentle and ferocious. I want it to be honest and raw and true.

I want it to fully express who I am, what I am – at least inasmuch as writing words down can capture something as ethereal as that.

I called it Pockets Full of Soul in remembrance of my grandmother’s dog – who became MY dog after she passed. Pockets was a dachshund/mini-pinscher mix who lived to be 20 years old. He was my best friend, most constant confidant, and love of my life in the last 5 years of his time on earth.

That little dog helped crack my heart open more than I thought possible, and that in turn helped me find my compassion and gentleness of spirit. He also helped me find my strength, showed me what devotion and dignity are, and he was without a doubt the toughest little bastard I’ve ever met.

He loved me like no other. I could feel it when he was asleep on my chest. Inexpressible peace. Inescapable love. My heart shattered when I helped him cross the Rainbow Bridge on August 12, 2016.

He did so much to help me get more in touch with my soul, and I can’t ever fully express how grateful I am to him for that. I’m proud to continue that work in his name, knowing he would be proud of me and love me just the same.

Right after his nap.

All this is for you, Pockie Man.