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Doing The Right Thing

Tuesday, April 22nd, 2014

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I’ve opened doors for elderly souls who clearly needed a little help.

I’ve washed dishes and swept porches in many a stranger’s home without being asked.

I’ve dialed 911 in a crucial moment of crisis, and stayed focused on the victim of a crime until she was in more capable hands.

I’ve taken in countless creatures…from birds to ferrets, to lizards, and goodness knows how many cats.  I’ve nursed all of these babies back to health and given them homes worthy of their needs.

I’ve contributed to charitable organizations with the hope of building stronger foundations.

I’ve invested in several people, including financing educations, with the hope of building better human lives.

I’ve done many things that (I hope) bring goodness into this world, without being requested, and with no expectation of reward.

Am I bragging?  Nope. 

Why am I saying all this?

Because I’m not the only one.  You’ve done the same. 

You’ve seen a need, and you’ve filled it.  I know you have. 

This post is just my way of saying “thank you” for doing good things in this world.  Without reward, without expectation, without a need for recognition. 

It’s the small, beautiful moves we make in this life that moves mountains. 

Thank you.  xo

 

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Beauty and Bert. Transitioning Animals With Respect

Saturday, March 22nd, 2014

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My BF has a loyal, good-hearted friend named Bert.  Bert owns an excavator.  This is a very big deal for anyone who needs ditches dug, sewer systems put in place, or whatever requires heavy-duty digging. 

Sometimes Bert takes on odd jobs.  And when I say odd…it can be.  Can you imagine being called upon to burry a beloved animal?  That’s what Bert did.  He got a plea to dig a grave that would accommodate a horse who had recently passed on into the afterlife. 

Now, consider this:  Excavators take high cost diesel.  Plus, there is the cost of fuel to haul the excavator to the site.  Then there is potential time away from other work Bert could be doing.  Did Bert buckle?  Nope.  He was there on the scene to take care of this sweet horse-soul who had gone to romp in better pastures.

As my BF was telling me the details of the story, it wasn’t  just Bert accepting the call of duty that impressed me.  What really set me free was Bert’s kind, thoughtful attention to the way things should be done in sending a beloved soul into the other-world of life.

To explain…Bert came upon the scene.  He excavated a proper grave.  But that’s not all he did.

When the digging was done, Bert asked the owners of the horse for enough sweet, soft-smelling hay that would layer the bottom of the grave.  He lovingly padded the site with the hay so this horse could receive a welcome bed upon which to lay the last remnants of his bones.

But that’s not all.  Bert craned the beautiful beast into the grave.  Can you imagine?  I shudder to think what most contractors would do in these situations.  But I know Bert lovingly weaved nylon straps around the horse, and gently placed him into his last resting place.   Once rested, Bert lovingly repositioned this (very heavy) regal beast so his head, legs and tail were displayed in proper order.

Once he did this, the horse owners brought him horse blankets, and Bert proceeded to cover the magnificent beast with his best, favorite coverings.  A gesture of comfort, kindness, love and tenderness.  If that doesn’t jerk tears from your eyes, then I pity you.  That’s worthy of waterworks, in my realm.

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Now in my mind, Bert went far beyond the call of duty for what was asked of him.  Did he get paid for his work?  Sure he did.  Did he get paid to go the extra mile to inter the spirit of this glorious animal?  Nope.  You cannot put a price on what Bert did.

Why did he do that?  Why didn’t he just dig a hole, and be done with it?  That’s what he was hired to do.  Why not just dig and move on?

Well…I believe there are those among us who realize the spirit of things.  There are humans who know that a horse is not just a horse…it is a symbol, a representative of fine, pristine value.  Furthermore, some of us (including Bert) realize that the animals we dearly love are far more than just animals.  They are our kin.  Our kind.  Our clan.  Our family.  That’s worthy of respect, and Bert knows this.  That’s why he chose (voluntarily) to create a magnificent resting space for this horse.

You know…in my stint in anthropological studies, I’d put Bert in shamanic class.  Why?  Because our ancestors used to adorn their treasured, most beloved creatures with blankets, and special bedding – just as Bert did.  Our ancient’s believed their precious beasts should be laid to rest properly in order to live a prosperous life in the next level of soulful living.

Keep in mind, Bert didn’t even know this horse.  Bert just knew to extend kindness and pay tribute.  It was instinct, that’s a shamanic vibe.  I love that about Bert, and I think we could all learn from his actions. 

What made Bert do what he did?  I can’t say, but I have a feeling he acted so respectfully to this horse, because he knows the value of love and loyalty.  I suspect Bert inherently knows the gift of faithfulness our animals offer us.  I think he also knows what it means to be connected to our animal kin, and felt it necessary to pay respect to that familial connection.

Do I think our animal-family recognize the time and effort we put into their passing moments in this life?  Absolutely.  Indubitably.  You betcha.

Consider:  If you’ve spent a decade or more with an animal…you know each other inside and out.  That’s going to be true in the afterlife too.  When an animal soul ascends to the next great level of existence, they will absolutely remember how they were interred and put to rest.  That reflects upon their well-being.  This will also reflect upon their human counterparts.

Respect your elderly animal kin.  Give them proper resting spaces.  Give them honorable, heart-felt words of parting so they may move into the afterlife with ease, and peace.  Give them grand passage so they may live grandly in the great beyond.

I know most of you who read this would do this instinctively.  I just wanted to share with you the benevolence and kindness Bert showed as an example of how parting with our animal family can be done with class, awareness, and reverence. 

Thank you, Bert, for being a mentor and a reminder of the respect we should all pay to our animal spirits. 

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Behaving Outside The Norms

Saturday, March 15th, 2014

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Have you ever exerted extraordinary, almost inhuman displays of behavior?  Perhaps in times of extreme distress, high violence, and/or  moments of threat…have you ever shifted into a person you couldn’t recognize as yourself?  In these dire moments, I believe we all pull out pieces of energy that lay dormant within us.  As humans, we are multi-faceted.  There’s really no telling what we can conjure in a moment of intense duress.

I remember times when I have exerted strength way beyond my tiny frame in order to pull a buddy out of a bad situation.  I remember times when I have spoken so vehemently about human rights in support of the underdogs of this world.  I remember moments when I have fiercely defended my loved ones, full-on, with teeth bared, and claws at the ready.

Acquaintances have retold stories about my behavior.  I listened in disbelief. I have no knowledge of what I spoke or how I behaved the day after these events.   I can’t believe someone like me could conduct such severity of word or action.  It’s a bit of a head-trip.  Almost an out-of-body experience.   I never hurt anybody, but according to accounts, I was a frightening force to be reckoned with in the heat of the moment.  Witnesses said I didn’t even look like myself, it was as if I was someone else defending, snarling, protecting.

When recounting these experiences, I am flummoxed about the source.  Looking back, it feels as though it was not me who acted or spoke in these situations.  Rather, it was as if I was being channeled by something greater, grander, more powerful than myself

Please don’t misconstrue what I’m saying here. I’m not some crazy nut-job. Never have been. However, there are times that beg us to pull out of our normal structure to defend, to make right, to establish authority.  I’m talking about extraordinary, unusual, even diabolical circumstances here.

Now, normally, I believe there is no need to be vicious to get our point across.  Grace and eloquence are far better contenders in the race for getting our notions known to others.

But there may be extreme moments in each of our lives that punch at our need for justice.  Moments in which we are yanked out of our personalities,  out of our bodies, and it seems we become the “other”.  In these moments, we become primal archetypes.  In my case, it seems other-wordly entities have taken over to present a much bolder, fiercer persona in an effort to protect and preserve that which is sacred to me.

When those moments come upon us, I urge you to consider…where does that concentrated power come from?  What about the words you utter in the heat of defense for a loved one?  Where do they come from?  How about you mother’s out there who have exerted inhuman feats and efforts to protect your cubs?  Where does that come from??

Sometimes we cannot delineate.  Sometimes the need for ferocious protection and defense is so strong, we cannot discern the consequence of our actions.  Through experience, I urge you to try the peaceful path before getting to the point of no return.  Before you start “seeing red” – give peace a chance

Having said that…there are trigger-finger moments that exact extreme reactions from us humans.  I pray these moments never arrive at your doorstep.  But when they do, conjure the force of dynamic , capable, ancient energies that are more-than-willing to hurl their energy into you to squelch out the fires in your life.

For me, I’ve found several animals and ancient deities have bombarded my faculties in times of crises.  This invasion (in retrospect) is welcomed an necessary.

In short, I believe archetypal energy is ancient and ever-ready to inject us with the energy we need to act appropriately when necessary.

Thankfully, this energy is available to us in times of stress as well as in times of peace.  Ancient energy of our ancestors can enter our hearts in times of tranquility with as much profoundness as when we are in high anxiety.

Let’s not rely on our powerful, knowing ancestors solely in times of duress.  Let’s open ourselves to their wisdom in times of silence, solace, stability, and tranquility too.

Just thoughts.

 

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