Ducky In Her Play Bow
Today’s post comes under the heading of “Yes, I KNOW this,” but I think it also comes under the heading of “I can’t have too many reminders.”
When it comes to finding ways to improve our vibrational alignment so law of attraction will deliver pleasurable and wanted experiences into our lives, the methods and techniques are endless. We can (more…)
Yesterday, we were fortunate to get feel-good help from a Schnoodle.
Ducky’s best friend, Jake, the Schnoodle, stayed with us for a couple hours. So my parents could enjoy the pleasure of watching Ducky and Jake play, we walked the dogs down the street to their house and turned the dogs loose in the backyard.
Ducky and Jake had a blast playing with each other. And we had a blast watching. If you can watch two happy dogs playing and not smile, you have some BIG work to do to get yourself into alignment.
When you see Ducky and Jake together, you’d think they’ve been buddies forever.
They haven’t.
In fact, their first meeting didn’t go well at all.
Ducky was three months old when we brought her home with us. Kathy and Lyn brought Jake to our home to meet Ducky the day after we got her.
We all expected Jake and Ducky to hit it off immediately. Jake is three years old. He loves to play. He gets along with all manner of animals, from other dogs, to cats, to rabbits and birds. He was always gentle with our old 17-year old Springer before she passed.
But Ducky didn’t know anything about Jake. So when he came through our front door with Lyn and Kathy for the first time, Ducky squealed as if she was being tortured to death. If there was an audio dictionary for sound clichés and you looked up, “scream bloody murder,” you’d hear the sound Ducky made.
It was our fault. We didn’t consider that Ducky was so new to our house. Of course a dog charging through the front door enthusiastically would freak her out.
No matter what we did that day, Ducky would have nothing to do with Jake.
Not an auspicious beginning.
If we’d taken that beginning and used it to predict the future, Ducky and Jake wouldn’t have had any more play dates.
But we tried again. This time, we changed the dynamic. We put both dogs on leashes and had them meet out on the street, figuring that Ducky wouldn’t feel like her home was being invaded.
It worked.
Ducky fell in love with Jake. Now they’re crazy about each other.
Dogs teach us so much. Muggins was the best teacher I’ve ever had. Ducky, though young, is doing a pretty good job too.
Every time she gets together with Jake, she reminds me that I can’t look at how things are now and project how they’re going to be in the future. What’s bad now could be great later on.
Abraham-Hicks says that when it seems like you’re stuck, you’re not. Energy is always in motion. You’re never stuck. You just keep recreating the same thing over and over. To move on to something better, you need to change the dynamic, i.e, the thoughts you’re thinking.
I need to keep returning to this truth.
So I woke up this morning with that intent to have a perfect day. As soon as I finished my last entry and embarked on the day, I forgot my intention.
I started a new eating program on the 4th (based on the book, Ultrametabolism by Dr. Mark Hyman), and it’s been going well; but I weighed this morning, and I hadn’t lost as much weight as I thought I would this week. My thoughts starting romping down that pissy path where I get annoyed because things aren’t going my way. I’ve dropped (permanently banished, I sincerely hope) 11 ½ pounds in the last 13 days, but when you have 150 to get rid of, you want to see a big exodus of fat as fast as possible. So I was, as is my tendency, impatient and annoyed that it was going slower than I wanted.
But wait!
It’s a perfect day. I remembered my intention.
I redirected my thoughts, and the half pound that had exited my pound-over-populated body became something to be happy about. It’s perfect, I told myself.
And I set out for my morning walk.
Ducky and I walk either on the beach or on the trails in 50 or so acres of public forest not far from my house. Today, because it was raining steadily, we chose the forest.
We usually have the place to ourselves. I live in a retirement/tourist town. The tourists stay on the beach. The retirees apparently mostly stay indoors someplace, so not many of us use those forest trails.
Ducky loves the forest, and generally spends her time thrashing through the underbrush, leaping over downed trees and burrowing under logs. Today, she stuck to the trail, right at my heels. Her ears were back. Her tail was tucked. Something wasn’t right in the woods.
Could it be the reports that sounded like gunshots coming from west of one of the main trails?
The forest is in the city limits, and obviously, shooting isn’t allowed, but it sure sounded like gunshots.
I did my best to ignore the sounds—surely they weren’t what I thought they were. It was a perfect day, so I was going to enjoy my rainy walk in the woods.
We made our first loop. Ducky remained hesitant.
We started the second loop we usually do. I heard another shot (or whatever the sound was). I felt myself starting to get annoyed and nervous. What if they were shots? What kind of idiot would ….
Oops. That’s not a thought that makes me feel good.
I kept walking, telling myself to put my attention on the raindrops glistening on dripping moss.
Then, I stopped.
Feeling good doesn’t mean ignoring what your instinct is telling you. I wasn’t enjoying this walk.
When you’re not feeling good, you have two choices: change what you’re doing or change the way you’re thinking about what you’re doing.
Well, I’d tried the first route, and it didn’t feel right. So I decided it was time to take the second choice. I stopped in the middle of the path, looked at Ducky, listened, heard another shot, and turned around.
We headed back to the car. We’d only walked 35 minutes and we usually go well over an hour, but I figured I could take her to the beach.
On the way back to the car, though, we ran into one of her friends, Dixie, a German short-haired pointer, and her person, Mel. Ducky and Dixie love each other and love to play together, so Mel and I hung out for about 40 minutes talking while Ducky ran her little tail (or rather, stump) off.
Occasionally, we heard those shot sounds in the distance, but we were on the far side of the forest, and though Ducky didn’t like the sounds, Dixie distracted her.
I LOVE watching Ducky play, so even though I do enjoy walks in the forest, seeing her play was even better.
By paying attention to how I felt, I was able to create an experience that really was perfect.
This feel good, perfect day stuff is pretty fun.
Abraham says that if you pay attention to the guidance you get from the nonphysical part of you (guidance that comes in the form of feelings), you will always make the right choices and have a great time. I’ve spent way too much of my life ignoring that guidance. Today, I followed it and got a great experience as a result.
Perfect.
Abraham-Hicks Wisdom