You operate from the spiritual base of value, or you struggle with everyday details. It’s up to you to harmonize your body cells in order that events are not based on the issue of survival. Gregge Tiffen (Open Secrets: The Nature of Feminine Truth, March 2011)
This week, I’m picking up from where I ended last week’s post: “So often when we step out of our routine life, as I’m doing these next few weeks, we let events define us. I’m aiming to follow a different path, the road less traveled of awareness in the moment of each event as an opportunity for learning and for using what I’ve learning to this point in choosing each step.” [You can read the full post here: http://cindyreinhardt.com/blog/march-mantra]
You won’t be surprised that Cool Hand Luke has been a model of masterful adaptability, blending nicely with the dogs I came to care for, enjoying our daily urban walks on leash and mostly pavement. And, he’s learned to navigate the ‘doggie door’ and the freedom it brings to hang in a fenced yard when it isn’t raining.
I’m grateful for his reminders in this tricky domain of adaptability. And, feeling blessed that I my own ability to adapt has me feeling comfortable and very much at home here.
Gilley and Bonner, the two dogs that I traveled here to care for are excellent teachers as well. Gilley is 14 years old and moves slowly, thus our walks are slow and easy. He ambles and sniffs. I observe and wonder what aroma has caught his attention. Bonner, the cancer patient, is content with the slow pace as it gives her the opportunity to sniff out things to consume, hoping that Aunt Cindy won’t gently tug the leash and declare “no, Bonner!”.
On our walks and here at their home, they remind me to observe through the lens of the senses. By making seeing, hearing, and smelling a practice to deepen my ability to use these senses more consciously, I believe that I will sharpen my intuitive senses. More importantly, it supports my cellular harmony and builds my confidence to navigate should an emergency with one of them arise while they are in my care.
At some time in my past, I’m sure that I would have experienced this journey (if I’d made it all) as an obligation, a burden that I just wanted to survive so I could move on to the next problem. Sadly, that is the level of consciousness from which so many operate. I hear it in the tone and rhetoric of politicians and in how we are responding to them. And, that is perhaps, a topic for another day.