The Dog is a prolific dreamer. In his sleep, he RUNS, sometimes he SINGS, sometimes he TALKS. At length. The most amazing, however, is when he wags his tail. I kid you not, Gentle Reader, he actually wags his tail for extended periods during dreams. We’re quite cheered by this sign of happiness although it is a bit startling in the middle of the night, especially if the tail turns out to be close to your head. It’s also pretty amazing that he is so vocal, too, because he didn’t utter peep one for close to five months after he came. Clearly, he tried not to cry, or cry out, and his little mouth would be set in stern effort, eyes squeezed shut. We assumed he was working on the memories of how he came to be here in the first place. (I gave him flower drops for all that– 5 Flower Formula, Snapdragon, and Peach, respectively- and he got through it quite well and quickly, actually .) The only thing he’s done since the very first minute? is snore. We fed him on the deck that first night, and after eating, he promptly flopped down, went to sleep, and snored. At our feet. We were hooked. When he started smiling, we were of course ecstatic although we did at times curse the unfair advantage Total Cuteness has. And then he realized he could bark. Fortunately he is not a compulsive barker and the first few times he did bark, he was quite surprised by it. Now, when there are strange noises, he strides around huffing and puffing, and sounds EXACTLY like the Japanese actor Toshiro Mifune. I picture him saying things like, “don’t make me kill again!” and the foundational “brace up!”. The high level hound-like piercing barks are of course saved for the times when I drop things, or trip, or have one of my daily multitudinous flambe situations. Otherwise he is quite sparing with his comments, although he does seem to always have the last word/bark. We finally got him a small blue wading pool. When his bright green round toy is in it and the water is shimmering above it, it almost looks like a portal to another world. He puts his head under the water and blows bubbles, which to me is further sign of wonderfulness.
So, between that and the fact that I saw 25 wild turkeys in a pasture this week, the challenges of the outside world although Big, were not Overwhelming. Until today when numerous Lingering Fiascoes decided to coalesce into early morning over thinking. SIGH. But! I think we’re continuing to move forward. I finally actually tackled one of my biggest long standing DUMB THINGS I DO. Which is to water fruitless trees.
When I started training in Jin Shin Jyutsu, the teachers always told us not to water fruitless trees. Being a past master at that I didn’t understand what they meant. But I do now. And what it means? is that giving and taking have to be in balance. Respect has to be present. And when something doesn’t come to life? Let it go. In terms of healing, it means that the person who doesn’t really want to face the changes of getting well should start at another point, get ready, and THEN come to you. Kind of like writer’s block. You take a walk and clear your head so that what’s in there can come out in some orderly fashion. In terms of any relationships, it means that accepting the down position all the time, giving all the time and not receiving, is not good for anyone. Period. If people don’t appreciate what you offer, or want to take it with scarce acknowledgement, then you should move on. Not in a negative way, just in the sense that life IS, and stuck ISN’T. When Lady Bountiful steps toward you, it is often best to plead a prior engagement. Hoping that something will turn into something totally different from what it really is, is not a good thing. In fact, it is probably floating on that river in Egypt. Anyway? if it IS going to turn into something else, it’ll do it in its own good time so you need not waste your time trying to pull on the grass in order to make it grow faster.
So I made a decision in this vein. It was surprisingly hard, and of course I didn’t exactly feel like a Brain Trust for having had it take this long. But after a while, a big tight weight in my chest went away. The hole it left was what occupied me this morning, and I realized that the ache from that is something that accompanies all healing, and it’s always scary since we think it means something’s amiss. Instead it means things are very well, actually. That, plus turkeys, plus dog bubbles? Is enough. And also we are beginning embarkation on a long dreamed of project. More on that to come! Meanwhile, thank you.