I flew back in my daily writing to a time where the creative soul was bleeding with disconnection. I love thumbing through these days of doubt and failure because the writer is always going to be brutally honest. He's trying to drain the pain from whatever has captured his presence of Now. In the center of all that darkness the daily discipline tosses out two paragraphs about the importance of animals in our lives. Unscripted. No direction. Yet in the end the message is meant to lived.