Tuesday, June 24, 2014
I look at momma. I think about the lady we zipped past. I wonder if she's still singing her song - she looked happy just driving along. Momma, well, she looks frazzled. I guess that's what big plans like getting home to flop on a couch and read a magazine will do to you. I walk over to my water bowl, take a couple of laps of water, and then get all cozy and snuggle in to my green doggy bed - the one that is in our big bay window. I like to lay in this particular doggy bed because it's where I can watch the world go by.
One of the best things about being a dog is that wherever the day goes, that's where I go too. I like it this way. I am free to enjoy each moment. Dogs really don't have a lot of expectations - we live in the moment and adapt to changes. I suspect momma is not a dog….she does not live a life free of expectations, at least when she's driving. I've noticed that my momma has expectations - she expected that woman to drive in accordance with my momma's desires. That is unrealistic, isn't it? I notice this with humans, projecting their desires on to others, "Things shouldn't be like that," "So and so should have done this," "Things should go my way." When life doesn't go the way humans expect them to go they get let down, disappointed.
Once inside my doggy door I find my momma still lounging on the sofa, focused solely on reading the magazine. I guess her need to hurriedly get home and read a magazine was worth all her crankiness… the lady we passed in the car didn't look effected, just momma all grumpy and removed from the joy of the ride…she missed seeing the lady in the car we passed all joyful and mouthing the words to some song, the beauty of the pine trees, the simple pleasure of the people walking about, some holding hands. No, momma definitely isn't a dog….but that's okay….I still love her.
Sometimes having no expectations opens up a world of opportunity - it makes every moment special.
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Thursday, April 24, 2014
There's this great little spot on the hill that overlooks the ocean. I like to sit there and take in the scents of the salty air, listen to seals 'ork' as they sun themselves on the rocky beach below, and watch the people come and go. Most of the time the people come in twos, couples. I guess my momma and me, we're a couple. So, here we sit together to watch the world go by, with no particular agenda.
"Do you want a treat Mattie," momma asks as she pulls out a few cut up apple slices she prepared for our walk through the park. I look up at momma's wistful face, then at the apple piece, give a little sneeze and shake of my head, and turn back to the ocean. Contended, I watch a ferry boat slowly make it's way through the water, and I hear the 'crunch, crunch, crunch,' of momma eating some of my apple pieces.
Being a couple is a good thing. You have someone to share your apple pieces with. Momma says that she has me with her all the time, that she's never alone - that she takes me with her wherever she goes. "When you love, you are never alone," momma often says. I think about that while I sit taking in the salty air. To love is simple, really. It's a state of being. I love. I am love. I will act with love, and add love to this world. Some say, that 'loving' is a dog's job. We offer love freely because we never doubt our ability to be lovable. Dogs are not insecure about love.
Momma stands up and deposits the uneaten snacks back into our little hiking pack. I take a long stretch in the sun, shake my head a bit, and then start the walk back down the grassy hill. A man with a walking stick makes his way towards us, I can hear him humming a tune. He smiles at me and stoops down to scratch underneath my chin. I wag my tail, look up at him, and lick his hand. "Well, aren't you a love," he exclaims as he returns to humming, and continues on his walk.
The next time you are looking for love, sit on a little hill and take a few slow and calming breaths in and out, and know that you are love. Never doubt it. Revel in it, love like a dog!
It probably wouldn't hurt to eat a few apple pieces either.
Monday, October 14, 2013
I turn to sniff the salty ocean waters, and the mist from the morning beach breeze floats on to my nose. Achoo! Wet nose mist makes me sneeze. I sit down for a minute while momma ties her shoes - looking back down the beach I see the footprints we've left in the sand. A pair of tennis shoes, purposefully walking a straight and unwavering path...and then there's my four paw prints wandering here and there, stopping at places and things I've sniffed, dug at with my paws, and chased along the seashore.
Sometimes I wish momma took my path - the one less straight and narrow. The one with no purpose other than to feel, smell, experience the world in all of its' joys. She'd enjoy the stick I found underneath the mossy rock, the ticklish feel of the wet sand as it squishes up in-between my toe pads, the smell of the otters bobbing up and down in the waves. A journey to no where with no set agenda, yet it has everything I need.
"Viola, Mattie!" momma says, as she stand at the edge of the water with her arms outstretched before her, like she's presenting me with a picture of the beautiful beach scene. I tilt my head up to look at her, squinting against the morning sunlight - and then I turn back to the waves crashing against the rocks, and stare back at the marks we've left in the sand on our journey to the ocean.
Momma and me, we're connected. I know things she'll never know - like the joy of a simple walk, without grand gestures... it just is. I feel gratitude. I feel complete. I settle in nice and cozy in the sand, and gently send all my positive energy to you momma, and viola, there you are - happy. Life is a circle - what you put out, you will get back.