Posts Tagged ‘puppies’

We have a four and a half month old puppy, who is as affectionate and enthusiastic as a puppy can be. She can also be quite insistent that others be as affectionate and enthusiastic, barking or whining quite sharply to make her point.

Now, I had been intending to teach her to not make such a fuss to get attention, and to be a little more patient, and to help her be less noisy. What I ended up teaching her is that if she starts barking and whining when she sees me, soon I’ll run her around on the porch playing exciting games like “let’s run really fast” and “chase that ball!!!” And she’s been teaching me to try to pre-emptively play with her so she doesn’t fuss.

Today I finally caught on with what was happening, and already she’s starting to learn better. But to train my puppy, I had to train myself first.

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I’m in the home stretch of my Lent resolution to give up the idea that other people or experiences can be wholly separate from me, and it’s taken some interesting turns. For example, as I mentioned yesterday, when I started to come down with feeling very poorly, it took me a while to realize it was just another way I had to experience being me. It wasn’t really life “screwing things up“, so to speak. It was just something to experience.

Today, I’m still having to take it slow and steady, which is a little frustrating. But I’ve tried to keep my mind focused on what’s important: not dwelling on how poorly I feel, but on pacing myself. Not getting bogged down in all that I want to rush ahead with, but keeping track of what I can best accomplish in a given moment. Not letting my thoughts wander off to things that bother me or even interest me, but staying with my present moment.

I’ve found it to take a fairly dedicated discipline. It’s like practicing meditation, where we have to be patient with ourselves when we catch unwarranted thoughts trouncing in. We acknowledge them, then gently send them on their way, without judging either the thoughts of the fact that we had them. And that’s still a discipline I’m working on.

It’s also a discipline not to take it too far, staying ultra-focused when it’s time to let things get fuzzy and relax, or brainstorm. Fluidity can seem so easy when observing people in the flow of it, yet it can take some very dedicated practice to sense that flow and allow ourselves to be moved within it.

Speaking of, there’s a puppy very politely calling for my attention. I think I’ll allow this post to get on out, and go play with her.

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I’m working at home this morning, and I turned to my home computer and saw where I had started a post last night before falling asleep. I’m not sure anymore what I was going to say.

I’m sitting here with a young puppy whining and barking to play some more, a sun conure squawking about how he wants to play too, and a fussy toddler leaning on me because he’s glad his mommy’s home and he wants attention.  All while trying to figure out how to arrange numbers on a spreadsheet so they help me pinpoint details in a nebulously vague issue.

Within all of this, the moment strikes me as part of a truly beautiful life. Every single annoyance is just one little part of something or someone for which I am truly grateful.

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I’ve had so many thoughts throughout the day that I wanted to remember to post… and now not a one of them will come to me.  Instead, I’ll share what happened to me just a couple of hours ago.

Last night, I got to enjoy a bit of massage that touched on knots and pressure points I’d never encountered before. It helped release that tension, but also left my muscles a bit unsteady (in part because I didn’t think to do an epsom salt soak afterward). So I was pretty careful today, doing my usual stretching routine very carefully, skipping anything extra, and not taking the stairs.

Then, while chasing and being chased by our new puppy, I partially wrenched a leg and an ankle. Then, my back started to tense up as I tried to compensate, and now I’m going to go take that soak. Nothing’s really damaged, but everything is sore.

This just sort of feels like a metaphor to me. When we work through things and find ourselves “clearing out” and “letting go”, we should be gentle with ourselves, even in our play. It can surprise us how we can suddenly find something twisted up in a way we hadn’t expected, because we hadn’t been in that exact condition before.

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