Sedona is majestic and magical. We could see face profiles, animals and various inanimate objects in the red rock formations. Hiking with good ole Cindi went well till she nearly collapsed in the heat. The hikes are steep in places and the pebbled floor is irregular. Yet, the beauty of contrast, light and energy invigorates. Our dog could have cared less about the view and just wanted to keep up. We stopped here and there and let her drink water from her dish under the shade of a twisted tree or stone overhang. She’s so eager to please she never once begged to be picked up, although we did, anyhow.
May 5 – Transformation – Sentient Beings
“Once we believe in ourselves, we can risk curiosity, wonder, spontaneous delight, or any experience that reveals the human spirit.” ~e.e. cummings
Every gender and each sentient being on this earth can be altered with affection, attention, resolve and tenderness. Time, ability, money and most importantly, attention – invested in our potential – transforms us.
Cindi (short for Cinderella), our rescue dog, didn’t bark for the first month. We assumed she didn’t speak or had no vocal cords. She was wary, demure and hid in her crate under blankets. Like the fairy tale, our Cindi bloomed from frightened ragamuffin in a corner to a magically transformed jewel. With time, her eager propensity to please and our adoration turned her into a grateful, endearing companion and a blessing. With encouragement and security, she has learned to express herself. She freely barks, begs, whines and sighs.
Given reassurance, we develop into our best, most authentic selves. And, none of us is an island. Valuable helpers serendipitously enter our lives. It proves to be a win-win scenario.
Three years ago today, we met Cindi in person and adopted her with trepidation. “Who saved who?” is a familiar question rescued pets seem to pose to owners. We are such lucky people. She is truly our emotional support dog. Now we get it.
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Cindi, our dog, has convinced me that souls do talk to each other and/or destinies are pre-determined.
At the very least, there are signals laid out for us if we observe with care.
Gifts and options are spread before us along the way.
We have free will and can choose to recognize and explore them or we can close up our hearts, ignoring our power and discarding opportunities that could have been beneficial to us.
Wonder is Wisdom – Socrates
My pen feels smooth, effortless with deep and bold color. Cindi and I repose alongside each other. The treehouse is quiet inside but I hear wind chimes on the balcony. She is my precious, adorable therapy dog. I wonder how we got so lucky. Two souls meet in the ether and know they belong together. That’s how it was for us.
My daughter comes to visit and is in town. We make plans for the Norton Simon Museum in Pasadena. I have never been. The day before and unbeknownst to me, M takes a roll of film he found in his car out of nowhere and gets it developed. It’s a series of photographs my daughter shot when she went to the same exact museum with her Art History class in High School. Coinquidink? I think not. I wonder how we don’t connect the dots more often? I wonder what else am I missing because I am too worried, too caught up in the daily grind or too blind to see?
“There is only one cause of unhappiness;
the false beliefs you have in your head,
beliefs so widespread, so commonly held,
that it never occurs to you to question them.”
Anthony de Mello
I often imagine myself in Oregon or some other colder, greener, gloomier state. I wonder how different life would have been if we had settled there back in 1993. I wonder why I love it when the weather is dark and grey. Why do I love the soft drizzle of raindrops?
You know there’s power in wondering, pondering, contemplation, right?
If I didn’t wonder I would miss the power in all of these details that make a life wonderful.
You gotta have a dream.
If you don’t have a dream,
how you gonna make a dream come true?
Oscar Hammerstein II
I walked through the balcony door threshold and then I blankly looked straight ahead and wondered why I was there. I am in my pjs. I am wearing thick, ivory bed socks. My pajama top looks like a black dress with a scoop neck and the fabric is divinely soft. Anyway, I turn back and look at Cindi and then decide to go back into the treehouse and close the screen door behind me.
Oh well, I ‘ll remember when it’s important enough and it pops back into my head and I will just fetch whatever it was then.
Cindi looks at me like she’s asking, “Are you coming or going, lady?” also “Will there be treats involved?” and with an urgent look of hope, “Is that why you walked back in? To get me a treat?”
She stares at me as I sit back down on the loveseat and plops her chin down on her Ducks blanket, resigned to my indecisiveness.
and to my husband,
To all the dads – the ones not here but whom still remain in our hearts and the ones still struggling with little ones, Happy Father’s Day!
None of us would be moms without the dads.