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About eteal

Reverend Teal is a minister, chaplain, artist and storyteller. She specializes in the human-animal bond and all its healing aspects.

reaching

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SHOUT

whether in prayer or in protest, speak out, speak up.

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to infinity

the flamingos stood in the shade carving the truth with their necks – upright, upside-down… and then those moments when we stand in infinity…. if ever so briefly before… “why are they called pink when they are orange?” we are … Continue reading

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curiosity

the no-longer-a-kitten sat in the sun palm outstretched, frozen, fascinated by the dance of two butterflies…. as was i. The fluttering lovers noticed us not. Love can be like that, creating bubbles of safety, while we dance unaware. What would … Continue reading

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airport musings

To be of service is sacred work. To be useful is to be Holy. but it is unholy and of no service to press those who do not want to do a career into service. that has another name. . … Continue reading

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Sheltie a la carte

It was a day of spilled tears and spilled ink, But thru it all the little sheltie dog shined, Soothing the rough edges of life. Some days, ya’ just gotta roll with it.

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Squeaky tales

There is no monster under the bed, No lumps in the mattresses, Nothing that a little sacred inquiry can not reveal. A cat named Squeak teaches me that The opposite of fear just might be curiosity! Hmmmm, I wonder…

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Bouvier

He pranced along with eleven ears,  Tho he did not come by them naturally.. Smartly groomed, His eyes sparkling with delight at all in his line of sight  amidst the rakish cascade of his coal black locks. While the bland … Continue reading

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Out of sight

Here I sit, Listening to whoo-whooo. But where are You? Perhaps it doesn’t matter … As long as I am here, Listening.

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Heights

On top of the roof We sat, For a chat. And looking out over the garden in the Sky, Six flights up We spy On the ledge A cat footed dog! Trotting the parapet, peering below… Not for the faint … Continue reading

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