In this year of the Yellow Earth Dog, there has been an opportunity to learn from the Earth Dogs. The other morning I had a magical experience with the Big Dog in my favorite woods. These woods are magic – like most woods – but these woods are in Seattle, surrounded by urban neighborhoods, among the ferns and cedars, next to streams and creeks that welcome the return of the salmon in the winter. These are the woods where my son, at age 1, demanded to be taken out of the backpack so he could hike the familiar trails during nettle season. The nettles were taller than him and magically he did not get stung once though my legs were getting stung as I followed behind him. Thank you, fairies! My son is 19 now and I have walked these woods weekly and delight in the familiarity of them as well as the newness of each returning season. I have had many, many magical encounters with nature.
Part of the loop I do, the trail makes a half circle through a grove of cedar and pine with the ferns creating a ruffly understory. This particular morning, as I came to the middle of the half-circle, I could hear classical music playing and there sitting on a log in a beam of sunlight was a man clutching a very relaxed jacketed chihuahua. He pronounced proudly “Hello! We are waiting for the Big Dog!” the classical music emphasized the proclamation. The reverence and awe with which he shared his news I felt as if he was Linus waiting for the Great Pumpkin. Who could be this Big Dog? Was this Big Dog going to share wisdom about life? Or bring long-awaited presents like Linus hoped for? I paused to drink in the scene. I wanted to behold this Big Dog who has music playing for his entrance and part of the welcoming party.
My dogs had gone on without me and were circling back to check on my whereabouts when we heard branches breaking. Out of the ferns emerged a Big Dog with tongue hanging out and smiling from ear to ear. We all cheered at her arrival – she bounded forth greeting all of us with enthusiasm and interest. And then they all turned and went the other way – was that real – did I meet the Big Dog? Was there wisdom or a gift I had received? Yes, there was. It was a moment of time to cherish a blessing to witness how an animal and their human take delight in each other’s existence. This man and Big Dog showed me how allowing each other the time to explore and run wild as well as being comfortable in waiting kept the connection to each other fluid, opening and loving.
I have been quiet for the month of April, taking a break from posting on social media. I chose to really listen deeply to my own heart and strengthen the muscle of tuning to my vibration and to keep the focus on my dream and how I can contribute to the greater good. It has been an interesting month of lessons through many reflections from my guides. The thing about my guides is they know me well such as I love games, am a big fan of scavenger hunts, and I love to receive messages while out in the natural world.
This morning I set out on my walk with asking my guides for a reflection of where my growing edge was for today.
As I enjoyed my walk through the kaleidoscope of green in the explosion of spring in the forest, I was full of gratitude for this particular bit of earth that I have walked on for over 25 years. Each season brings wonder and delight to me and my senses.
Since I live in Seattle, with a population of roughly around 760,000 these parcels of wilderness are a blessing. The parks department are always trying to find the balance between people, dogs, and respecting nature. Currently, these trails are frequented by many people who walk their dogs off-leash instead of taking them into the corraled official dog park. The City has been doing a great job of replanting a much-eroded hill by many dogs running up and down it chasing balls and each other. Recently, they put up a fence to keep the dogs on the paths for us who choose to still walk the dogs off the leash.
As I crested the rise to where the fence begins, to my dismay, it was partially knocked down and there was a friend inspecting the damage. As he left muttering about rude dog people who don’t respect the great effort of the city, my heart hurt a little. This fence had created a rift in the community that would meet in the mornings in the unofficial dog park where dogs run with wild abandon as we walk together and witness each others’ lives. I did not think it was afternoon dog people who had knocked down the fence – on further inspection the weight of the fence had snapped the last pole and down came the rest. Luckily only one pole had broken and low and behold there was a pole tamper lying under the down fence.
I was at a choice point here. Do I…:
We set to work and as a team of three women, we worked pole by pole – unbinding the fence from the pole then driving the poles deeper into the earth so they were solidly held. Then we stretched the fence to the next downed pole and repeated the process. Lucky for us, there was an extra pole laying around to replace the snapped pole. I asked the tree that the last pole was very close to where the best location for the pole would be to avoid damaging its root and the place we were directed to the pole went in smoothly and held securely – thank you, tree.
We had replaced the fence back to its full glory – setting a healthy boundary for dogs and people and I had a great reflection in response to my request from my guides of where was my growing edge for today.
Healthy boundaries with a strong foundation and asking for help from people.
Each of us has a whole spiritual team and guides who are willing to give us guidance and reflections if you ask – I find it adds a great deal of fun to life. I encourage you to start asking questions and be open to reflections and answers in the most unexpected ways!