The Mansion residents were quiet, somber, reflective at Connie Martell's Memorial Service. Here, Jean, Madeline, and Joan listen to the eulogy by Rev. Earthowl. They captured the feel of it.
Death is not discussed much in the Mansion, although it is a resident there sometimes, just like people. It is often in the air, an accepted part of life, everyone there has seen a good deal of it. This morning, at Connie Martell's memorial service, the Rev. Debbie Earthowl was talking about life and fate, and Red became concerned for her, he walked up to her and looked up into her eyes, and she put her hand under his chin, and the two of them just gazed into one another's eyes for a bit.
It gave me the chills, I will admit, although Red's intuitiveness doesn't surprise me any longer. He saw something in Rev. Earthowl that caught his eye and he came up to support her. She seemed very grateful for it, and the two held this pose for a good long time.
I am no prophet, but I might be a deranged mystic, and I never claim to know what it in Red's head, but this seemed like a beautiful and powerfully spiritual moment to me. I'm glad it lasted awhile. Rev. Earthowl was also.
The Mansion residents have grown used to Red, many of then have had moments like this, but I have never seen Red do this before. The moment came just after the pastor asked people if they had anything to say about Connie.
I'm thinking that Red did.
We got up early this morning – Maria had to take her car in to have the snow tires put on, and we went out into the pasture first. The pasture was flooded with light as Maria said her good morning to the donkeys, and the light in my art lens looked mystical to me. Once in awhile, the sun's light comes in like a rainbow, I call it the holy glow.
Connie told me that the caregivers at the Mansion were the heroes in her life, she told me they always came through for her, even when she was grumpy and demanding. I saw four of them sitting together on the stairs at the Mansion, and I wanted to share a photo of them, great hears all, doing such hard and demanding work with grace and love.
They never let me down, Connie said, please thank for them for me and let your readers know how good they were to me. These are not all of them, just the day staff, it was great to see them together at her Memorial Service.
I have never known a dog like Red, and I doubt I will ever know another like Red. I call him the Comfort Dog, he has a great gift for comforting people whose hearts are open and souls are in need. He went from one resident to another this morning, he has a genius for doing that.