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A Dog’s Blog

Life as it is, Pets

Long ago, I read the following Dave Barry quote and have thought of it when walking my dog, Heidi.

“Dogs need to sniff the ground; it’s how they keep abreast of current events. The ground is a giant dog newspaper, containing all kinds of late-breaking dog news items, which, if they are especially urgent, are often continued in the next yard.”
-Dave Barry

And I can see as I walk Heidi how she reacts to any place there has been another dog walking and I realized that Dave Barry is only partly correct. Newspapers are a broadcast medium from the publishers to we readers. I think when I see Heidi on the trail by the lake i am seeing Dog Blogging in action.

I wonder how the entries look?

I Almost Got that Blue Heron!
Hey, it was there and it was huge. I ran at it, but just as I was going to bring down the prey (and all of you were invited to the feast) that stupid rope attached to my master ran out and I was, like, hit in the throat and it got away. But I totally had it, It won’t mess with our territory again. And if anyone else catches it, save some for me. Yum!

I found something and ate it!
Yum! It was crunchy and left next to the garbage can over here. I don’t know what it was, but i never let that stop me. I almost had it figured out, but then my master started yelling and reaching for it so I swallowed it before he could eat it. But it was good.

And then of course later we ran into someone walking multiple dogs and Heidi becomes so excited. Yeah, I remember when i first could access chat groups too. Doggy IRC, right there when enough are on-site at the same time.

I would speculate more on what Heidi had to say, but i can hear her downstairs trying to get my attention. Seems she is more interested in the moment in meatspace….

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Beauty of Acceptance and Midnight Walks

Astronomy, Pets, Spiritual Journey

One day this past week I was looking at the chaos in my life, and wondering about the phrase, “powerless over people places and things”. So in a spare moment of googling, I found a page on the web with the following definition of powerlessness to be helpful:

Sensation of being out of control with no apparent solution to help you to regain control.

This reverberated within me. I am usually quite competent at solving any one problem. I do quite well with two or three problems. The last 18 months, I have 20-30 at any given time. So many problems seem simple until it comes to budgeting the time and energy to resolve them, to “just do it”. I have been overwhelmed lately on so many fronts that my inner wherewithall reserves have been insufficient to solve all of them.

So the next items on the same page caught my attention when it talked about the dangers of not accepting powerlessness:

·Begin to frustrate yourself in your attempts to gain control and to fix the non-fixable.
·Deny the enormity of the things which you do not have power to change and become locked into “fantasy” or “magical” thinking that given enough time, energy, and resources you can succeed in changing them.
·Become so full of self-pride as to believe that only you can be the “savior” for the ills or problems you are facing.
·Become so self-preoccupied that you become incapable of reaching out to ask for others’ help and support in facing these problems which are beyond your power and control.
·Deny the existence of a Higher Power in your life upon whom you can call for help and assistance.
·Lose your faith in the capability of human beings to help out a fellow human who is in need of help and support.
·Feel so defeated by the non-fixable realities of life that you come to believe yourself an inadequate person.
·Forget that you are a human being and as such open to failures and mistakes and not the “perfect being” who is omnipotent and infallible in all things.
·Lose perspective of your own limits and not be self-protective of your energy, resources, and spirit in your incessant effort to solve the unsolvable.

And I began to gain a sense of needing to do something about all of this. But that was all the time I had for introspection and other things were clamoring for my attention. But all of this was brought back in a hurry that same night at a meeting for my daughter’s “alternate peer group” program when we listened to the importance of accepting that things were as they were and that maybe this is how they are supposed to be for right this moment.

So I tried that thought on for size. “For this moment, it is ok that things are out of control in my life. They won’t stay that way, but that’s how they are and that’s ok, cuz this is just that screwed up time in my life that was going on for a while.” And the idea was calming. I didn’t mean it as a cop out, I just meant I could quit fighting the desperate, losing fight to hold off the chaos and force my life to get back on track, and re-evaluate how and where I would spend my efforts in making sure this “screwed up time in my life that was going on for a while” would stay temporary.

To show the effect this has had on me, let me share my midnight walk with my dog to the lake. It was cold, crisp, silent and beautiful. Altocumulus clouds were lightly layered across the night sky, reminding me of how individual waves lapping at the beach make wavy patterns on the shore, but here the wavy patterns were the warm gulf air and the cold front touching briefly as wavy line of ice-crystal clouds formed across the night sky. Orion peaked through the clouds and Betelgeuse and Rigel accompanied for my walk. Cassiopeia peaked out briefly and went back beneath the covers of the clouds. Heidi chased ducks and added her comments on the dog blogspace that is the trail by the lake. Christmas and other lights from across the lake reflection-painted the mirror-surface of the water with a skill and beauty that Picasso could never get in his golden yellows.

Accepting powerlessness and then starting to work on the things I can affect now meant that when I stepped out into the world, I could see the whole universe waving back. How long has it been since I have had a good night’s walk with my dog at the lake? How many nights have the clouds drawn lines where northern air and gulf breezes kiss, but I paid no attention? How many times do the stars sing for me but I cannot hear what they say because I am locked in the noise of my own inner battles?

Instead of frustrating myself, I am now promoting my self and my care. Instead of denying the enormity of things, I recognize them and accept them, and will do what I can, where I can. Instead of being filled with self-pride, I am open and empty enough to let wonder pass through me bringing me her glorious gifts. Instead of being so self-preoccupied, I could hear the songs of the stars and see the beauty of the lake. Instead of denying the existence of my higher power, I could just hang out with him and say thanks for this wonderful world. Instead of losing faith in the capabilities of my fellow human beings, I am filled with hope for us all. Instead of feeling defeated, I feel energized knowing I only have to swing my sword where it will be effective today. Instead of forgetting that I am human and forgetting my own limits, I can find freedom once again in recognizing my humanity and limits:

We are frail, we are fearfully and wonderfully made
Forged in the fires of human passion
Choking on the fumes of selfish rage
And with these our hells and our heavens
So few inches apart
We must be awfully small
And not as strong as we think we are

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