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Conscious convergence

Saturday, July 17th, 2010

July 17-18

From the Common Passion website, a shared intention for these 2 days:

I, as a sovereign being, join together with All That Is to call forth the presence of balance and unity within me and in our world. I am the conscious presence of harmony and reconciliation and I am grateful for the wholeness I bring forth in this and every moment. And so it is.

12th house moon

Friday, October 9th, 2009

Depending on whom you read, the signs for today were revealing or apocalyptic (or both). I woke up rather dreading the day, because on top of all the portents, it was a Gemini moon, my own personal monthly Friday the 13th (which in itself is a good day for me, being my birthday). But I had to laugh when I saw the news about the Nobel Peace prize. It’s an excellent reminder that it’s all just energy - and one person’s apocalypse nowish is someone else’s elysian field. The mind is its own place.

I was worried about seeing the vet this evening. Jazz has been doing very well on his home cooked diet, his energy and appetite are great, he has slimmed down. But he’s begun to have urinary accidents in the house. Not during the day while I’m gone, but in the evening when he’s excited about dinner, or in the morning when I can’t get him outside soon enough. I was concerned that he’d gotten worse, quickly, or that we had a new health problem to deal with. His general physical was fine, and we’ll have blood and urinalysis results in a few days.

Unfortunately, they couldn’t get all the tests because he fought them off. The technician was laughing, she said three of them couldn’t hold Jazz down and he was very feisty for a dog his age. It’s a good sign. I guess we all reach an age where we’ve had enough and just want to be left alone.

Puppy love

Wednesday, October 7th, 2009

NY Times has some articles about the health benefits of dog ownership.

When I investigated the energy that brought Jazz into my life (by accessing his akashic records), I was told that I’d never completely opened my heart to anyone since I was three years old, and Jazz was a safe haven for me to learn how. Not sure about the facts on my own heart - but I do get the safe haven that a dog offers. It’s communing wordlessly with another soul, one that’s focused on the here and now.

Act locally

Sunday, August 23rd, 2009

4:30 am and I can’t sleep, vivid dreams. Hurricane Bill has cleared the air a bit, apocalyptic thunderstorms. I give up and get up. At 6:30 am, I hear horrible screams from across the street. I rush out in my bare feet and pajamas (thankful I’m wearing one of the more utilitarian options). A rabbit is caught in a chain link fence, a feral cat is attacking it from behind. There’s a lot of blood and I’m terrified that the rabbit has impaled itself on the wire. I chase the cat, the rabbit extricates itself, it seems all right except for a wound on the left side of its back.

But now I am involved. I take a lawn chair to the curb where I sit and guard my rabbit. The cat comes back twice, and I chase it away (we are old enemies, it often lies in wait under my bird feeder). I send reiki to my rabbit. But there’s a limit to what I can do.

After 2.5 hours, the rabbit has disappeared somewhere relatively safe, my neighbor is up and I’ve briefed her on her backyard drama. She loves the wild rabbits, she’s ok with my pajama-clad trespass.

Music for the dying

Sunday, July 26th, 2009

Prescriptive music for the dying [link].

We become so focused on the need to fight death, we forget about the need to make it comfortable. When I brought my father’s CDs into the hospital, my mother fought me on it. She used the excuse that they might get stolen, but I knew what she really hated was the way I was moving his belongings into the hospital room. In her mind, the fewer of his possessions there, the easier it would be to get him home. And people who are comfortable, don’t fight. They give up.

The concept of death and disease as a war works for some people, I suppose. For the rest of us, fighting our own bodies, our own humanity just doesn’t make sense. Shadow boxing.

Healing is more of a dance.

Dog heaven

Friday, April 10th, 2009

Enough said.

Will I See My Dog In Heaven

Four Paws from Heaven: Devotions for Dog Lovers

No Dogs in Heaven? Scenes from the Life of a Country Veterinarian

Spirit Dogs: Heroes In Heaven

Angel Dog Austin: A Love Story About a Heavenly Dog