Tuesday morning, much to my delight, a visitor appeared in my kitchen. "Today will be a lucky day", I thought, "and look at all her spots!" Everyone knows that when a ladybug appears, you count their spots and that's how many wishes you get. I immediately made a wish on behalf of a new (I hope) friend who had to put her elderly dog to sleep that day.
Then I admired my guest for a bit and was impressed with how fast she could read.
After doing some chores, I returned to the kitchen and noticed My Lady, (that's what I named her - she looked so classy), was a bit thirsty. She had perched on the edge of the counter in front of the sink, and was sipping from a drop of water. Well, actually, she was more than a bit thirsty because she inhaled the water within seconds and seemed to want more.
I obliged by putting a substantial drop of water on the counter away from the sink and pointed it out to her.
After happily drinking her fill, My Lady left a not-so-classy expression of her complete hydration on the counter and then fell asleep.
It was a Melissa day, which is lucky in itself because that means I have help in the kennel, and I heard the dogs announce her arrival. Off I went to start the morning in Siber-land and the next hour was filled with feeding the dogs and starting work in my office which is in between the dogs' home and the humans' home. (In reality, they all come into the humans' home too and everything around here kind of belongs to them, including me.)
Going back into the kitchen, I remembered My Lady, but she was nowhere in sight and I wondered where she had gone. Wherever that was, I was pleased with having seen her and glad I was able to help quench her thirst.
I opened the cupboard to the left of the sink with my left hand, looking to see what might be in there to eat, while turning on the sink's hot water faucet with my right hand, intending to wash the pan that was in there from cooking the dogs' breakfast .
Much to my horror, when I looked in the sink, there was My Lady, about to be washed down the drain!
"Oh, NO!", I cried. (Actually, I said something else. However, this is a "G" rated blog.) I quickly scooped My Lady up, and put her back on the counter. But alas, I was too late to save her. The hot water had done her in immediately, and she was gone!
"I'm so sorry", I cried, "I didn't know you were in there!". There was absolutely nothing I could do to bring her back, so I gave her Reiki and wished her spirit well.
Being me, throughout the day I mourned My Lady (and the loss of my remaining wishes), and wondered what it all meant. Did My Lady come and go with such drama in order to teach me something? It wasn't about not drinking too much water because I don't drink enough. It couldn't have to do with me drinking too much alcohol either because I rarely do, and my guests don't drink much either. (Oh, I used to, but huskies and hangovers don't mix well.) Did My Lady get herself in hot water because she was being greedy and went into the sink for thirds, reflecting my own behavior? No, I didn't think it was that, and after all, I even used my first wish for someone else and had (temporarily) forgotten about the others.
After much reflection, I came to the conclusion that sometimes "stuff" just happens and it's got nothing to do with being lucky, or not. That, I believed, was what My Lady was telling me. But a short time later when I myself was expressing my own complete hydration, much to my surprise, I noticed this label on the back of my pants...
But actually, when I saw the label, it looked like this....
...which completed my lesson by clearly spelling out, in black, white and red, that although we absolutely can't always control our luck, we certainly can always choose how to view it ~
Thank you to My Lady, may you never be thirsty and may all your wishes come true!