Ask the beasts and they will teach you the beauty of this earth. ~St. Francis of Assisi
Today marks the death of St. Francis of Assisi who is best known as the patron saint of animals.
I can’t even tell you how many years I searched for just the “right” statue of him that spoke to me. It wasn’t until the passing of my dachshund, Gidget, in May 2019 that a St. Francis statue found its way to me and captured my heart. Another reminder that all things are in divine timing.
He now resides in my garden watching over my three dachshunds, Frankie, Joie, and Gidget, who were all laid to rest outside my writing cottage.
On days I feel an unexpected wave of grief that comes to pay a visit, I find great comfort in either standing in my garden near St. Francis or gazing out the window at him.
As I’ve come to experience, and what has really sunk into my being of consciousness with the passing of Gidget, is that all my dear animal friends remain with me. Just in a new way of which I cannot see them, but rather feel them with me. The teachings they bestowed upon me sink deeper into my being with each passing year. It really is such a beautiful gift that continues to help me evolve into a deeper understanding that they are still here.
I enjoyed finding this bit of information about him:
“Francis saw animals as his brothers and sisters and prayed that God would work through him to help them. Birds sometimes gathered while Francis spoke and listened to him. Francis began preaching to them about the ways that God had blessed them.
XO,
Barbara