By Angelica Maulucci, California
Everyone who knows me knows I loved my pet fish Rey. I bought him filtered water and made sure he had exposure to sunlight. I even brought him with me in the car when I went to Cape Cod and drove to western Massachusetts for long weekends. Friends joked that of course this would happen when you give a social worker a fish.
By M. Jane Hocking, New Mexico
When we were younger and living in Alaska, my husband and I had sled dogs. He did some racing, but I never really enjoyed running a team. With beautiful scenery and my dog buddies, mushing should have brought joy, not a heavy lump of dread in my gut. But I loved raising puppies, training lead dogs, and finding and clearing old trails, so I concentrated on those tasks related to sledding.
By Karen Nevis, Ecuador
I never imagined how my life in Ecuador would be when I left the United States five years ago with only four suitcases. Now I live in a remote, small pueblo in the Andes Mountains at five thousand feet altitude.
Have you ever wondered if people and animals can communicate with each other?
Will Goodwin’s story about his six-year-old daughter, Alexa, and an injured snowy egret illustrates Soul-to-Soul connections between people and animals do happen.
By Hugh D. Fraser, Nevada
I am a member of the ECK clergy and was leading an ECK Light and Sound Service, an Eckankar event for the community. During the service I told a brief story about how I had noticed a small, lively, happy black ant crawling across the page of an ECK book I was reading from at home. At that time I smiled and thought to myself, “There are over a trillion plus ants in the world, and this ant—in front of me—is probably the only one exposed to the writings of ECK.”
By Rosemary Carpenter, Minnesota
In a few days I’d be leaving the beautiful mountains and rivers of the Western Slope of Colorado to move to my new home in Arizona. So I stopped at an outdoor concert. I knew that several of my friends would be there and I could say good-bye to them before I left. After parking, I cracked the car windows a little and told my kitten, B. J. Honeycatt, that I would be back shortly.