Whoa, the responses were NOT what I'd expected. I had to remove "that post" (I wrote about seeing if reader could catch the depth of my "seeing into" life). Waaay off base. I understand the inference to an "illegal" herbal substance was caught on to by several "surface thinkers" and I was saddened at my "attraction". "That" is no longer me.
Ironically, it really is day 240, today, and I awoke from a dream about running, flying down and up stairs, even avoiding an aggressive advancing chicken, in order to catch up with a bunch of people I'd been with. I sprang out of bed, this morning, knowing I had to remove that post, continue with the deeper "learning" and get my own, ideal, life back. My 80 y.o. "Christian" neighbor is now the proud mama of my sweet Nosey. He will change her for the better!
I could take space to write my interpretation (which happens to be right on) of the dream, but I won't, because I want to post this before I must leave soon.
Nosey is everything, and more, than I could have written and my son absolutely concurred. I was convinced, AGAIN, my heart was in the right place, yet I hadn't gone deep enough putting-together-reality. I was actually ready to create potential havoc in my life by adopting a dog I know quite well the owners of 1,000 apartments in town, as well as my "village" do NOT allow pit bull breeds. They have asked for DNA tests in the past.
I'd risk my well-being by the actual property owners discovering I was not paying the $300 each year just to have a pet; major ramifications. The "village" manager is okay with me fostering dogs. My son convinced me to follow my belief of "All is Possible" and the "Power of Belief". Nosey could go to a farm with dog brothers for instance. My son told me it would be the hardest decision I ever had to make, and he had compassion; he expressed Nosey's awesome nature.
I spent the remainder of Sunday simply being with my dog ~ in his world. We layed in the sunshine on my moose blanket while he chewed his favorite toy; an antler lasts longer and doesn't quite smell as barn-ish as his 2nd favorite a hoof from the pet store. My dog actually came over and flopped right OVER me as if I was included into the pack. It was all an unparalleled experience.
Honestly, it became SO evident I couldn't handle my life with the added responsibilities of care for my Nosey. He needs to be crate trained and my tiny and cozy place has zero place for a large crate without putting it in the middle of the only clear, say 5' x 6' living floor area. Couldn't happen. I'd loose my ability to leave the 22 hours a week I have/want/need to be gone.
I did rise "to the occasion" of MY life-learning. Honestly,Nosey really shiveres and hates the cold if he is not constantly running. What would he do in the winter? I committed to give him to the shelter at 10 a.m. Monday. Honest to goodness, at 8:30 a.m. yesterday, the perfect woman across the street wanted him! He will have his perfect forever home! She needs him as much as he needs her, and she is a very active older woman! She loves him!
All's well that ends well. NOW if anyone can correspond on the deeper-life that speaks and guides us along in our lives it will be my pleasure.
Always ~ LL
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