I have said it before, but have to say it again – so that I listen to me – for the good of the whole. Life does get tough. I find myself stressing and over reacting. A wise guru once provided me the advice of using my sense of touch so that I could move back to my centre. So I could identify the story as the illusion and remember that what is real is right here before me. Little Rocky. Chilly in the morning. Sitting on my feet while I made his breakfast. Reminding me to stay grounded. So that I don’t spiral into the fantasy that is my so labelled stressful life.
Sit down on the floor and touch his fur. Being grateful for his trusting eyes and cold nose.
Literally – just feel – his coat, my hand touching his coat, the temperature of his nose, his gentle licks.
Thank God for animals.
Thank God for the moment – which makes everything we experience – just that – just an experience.
Life is too short to rush off into the imaginary ether and become ill at the thought of having to sacrifice ourselves.
When we just feel – we become conscious – and then can breathe – and do what needs doing – like feed the gorgeous dog – without tiring resentment or poor me…
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