Three hundred years ago, tall ships that answered to the wind dared to sail the earths vast oceans. They had no advanced technology to forewarn their crews of storms, rogue waves, coral reefs, or dense banks of fog. What they lacked in technology, they made up for in comraderie, and an ability to move bravely forward into darkness…In the end, it all came down to a ship, and the people that crewed her. The ocean neither had, nor was it capable of mercy…it simply answered to the dictates of the green and blue orb on which it is placed. Yet, those ships and their crews slipped their berths, left their harbors, and went bravely into what they knew not.
Thats how the situation feels for those of us that place ourselves in the Omorrow Pack right now…And we’re all wondering when the storm will end, allowing us to once again float on the comforting ebb and flow of our Pack. I can’t answer that question, even for myself. The month of October thus far has been a seemingly endless series of very bad squalls on what has been a smooth, gentle, voyage up ’til now. There have been losses, there has been pain, tears, anxiety and mourning. I won’t list the pains here, as some of the wounds are still open and prone to bleeding in a figurative sense…And those of us that are wounded need to see the light of a new and better day. What will that light look like, and when will it glow from behind the clouds? I don’t know, but it’s closer right now than it was yesterday, and it will be even closer tomorrow…
Life has no gaurantees, but gaurantees don’t make our lives necessarily better. Whats really important is the manner in which we answer to the storms that break on our shores, before, during, and after. We must understand however, that this is not just about dogs, Omorrow, or those who have suffered specific losses. It’s really about a group of people brought together by those separate things. Sailors came to love their ships, often referring to them with feminine sobriquets and obsessively caring for their vessel with great attention to details. We’re the same way…Once we become involved with Rhonda and the Omorrow German Shepherds, we become a part of the whole, and keeping up on the news from there becomes a daily (or hourly!) habit. We love our common bond, and become stronger because of it. If a ship was damaged in a storm, the loyal crew would work quickly to return the grace and dignity of their waterborne home as soon as they could. If, God forbid, their ship were to be damaged to the point of slipping beneath the dark and forbidding sea, the men who had sailed aboard her were still bound together by what would seem an unspoken oath of loyalty. Friends to the end, even without the ship. It was about the PEOPLE, and that which brought them together. The Good Ship Omorrow, her Master, and the crew aboard are weathering a storm currently. Rhonda is doing so with grace, professionalism, and unselfish love for her people, and her Pack. Tara and the rest of the family are also doing everything possible to keep the Omorrow the beautiful, untouched, place that it is…The rest of the Pack are staying in touch with each other by internet, phone, and personal visits with each other. Keeping positive thoughts and prayers flowing toward the farm, and the puppies, and the families. We are doing our best.
If Omorrow was Only a kennel that bred German Shepherds, NONE of these things would be happening. We wouldn’t have each other to comfort, tease, and support. The dogs would only be “livestock” to be sold off , followed by counting the cash. But we have learned, this October, that Omorrow is so much MORE to each member of the Pack, whether new or long-time. It’s family. It’s people brought together, working together, fellowshipping together, and generally improving our little ship as it rides the Storm out. We WILL see this tempest thru to the other side. There may be loss, there may be sorrow…but there will also be hugs, encouragement, and more life to embrace. Who could ever imagine that all of this happened because of a woman’s dream to breed German Shepherds that made her Grandfather proud? Or that so many people would also recognize the grace, power, and beauty of these precious creatures, despite the fact that their lives are so very fragile and temporal?
See you on the other side of the Storm, Omorrow Pack! (and bring doggie treats!)