And a dog shall lead them
Monday, January 16, 2006 (Martin Luther King Day)
As I sit here this cloudy morning, I enjoy watching Maya, my dog, as she goes about her daily morning routine. Upon letting her out first thing each morning, after relieving herself from her long night inside, she then goes about the land with her nose to the ground gathering information about the visitors who came during the night while she was not on guard. When she smells something especially interesting she will dig a bit to get more of its scent. She is very thorough about this task and seems to take it quite seriously.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if I too had that capability of a heightened sense of smell? The world about me would take on a new dimension. My own human sense of smell has never been very good and now that I’m in my 7th decade of life (actually soon to be 63 sounds much better), it is almost nonexistent.
To have the special sense of each species of living beings all combined into one being must be what it’s like to be a god, or the Being. The Ultimate Consciousness, not our limited and sometimes deluded type of consciousness, but the combined "input" from all beings would be Being (some would call it God).
Believe it or not, it was Maya, my dog, among others, who taught me about what a Being would be like. I watched her intently. (This was before we moved to Stepping Stones.). She seemed to be happy and content. She did not appear to wrestle with any deep questions as to her existence, its meaning or lack thereof. She did not appear to question much at all. She was content Being Maya. All creatures, I noticed, appeared healthy being what they are. It then occurred to me that I had found the Being (God) I had been seeking. It was actually an inner power and I had had it all along. It was me! I was It! I am part of what God needs to be essential; and likewise, in order for me to be essential I need God. Maya “knew” this.
I don’t, however, like the word God. The word has been so misused and abused (wars and killing have been done in the name of God). In fact, I can think of no word to describe this Being I had re-discovered. It was that “inner stirring”, that “deep reality” of joy at being alive that I had experienced as a very young girl. That realization of Being was my God.
And so, my god is simply everything as it is. Everything as it is is the way it is supposed to be. Do I analyze too much? Can one analyze too much? I consider what others call analyzing too much as leading to a heightened sense of awareness. It is really no more than Maya’s daily routine of seeing the world of the night before through the use of her nose; her consciousness, her awareness of Being. She wants to experience all of it she can. And like Maya, so do I. The more I look and observe (analyze) the other manifestations of Being, or God if you will, the closer I will come to an appreciation of the Mystery of Life, God made manifest. So for now, I’ll be like Maya, and just observe and enjoy that part of It that I am able to and Be. Be happy, joyous and free.
As I sit here this cloudy morning, I enjoy watching Maya, my dog, as she goes about her daily morning routine. Upon letting her out first thing each morning, after relieving herself from her long night inside, she then goes about the land with her nose to the ground gathering information about the visitors who came during the night while she was not on guard. When she smells something especially interesting she will dig a bit to get more of its scent. She is very thorough about this task and seems to take it quite seriously.
Wouldn’t it be amazing if I too had that capability of a heightened sense of smell? The world about me would take on a new dimension. My own human sense of smell has never been very good and now that I’m in my 7th decade of life (actually soon to be 63 sounds much better), it is almost nonexistent.
To have the special sense of each species of living beings all combined into one being must be what it’s like to be a god, or the Being. The Ultimate Consciousness, not our limited and sometimes deluded type of consciousness, but the combined "input" from all beings would be Being (some would call it God).
Believe it or not, it was Maya, my dog, among others, who taught me about what a Being would be like. I watched her intently. (This was before we moved to Stepping Stones.). She seemed to be happy and content. She did not appear to wrestle with any deep questions as to her existence, its meaning or lack thereof. She did not appear to question much at all. She was content Being Maya. All creatures, I noticed, appeared healthy being what they are. It then occurred to me that I had found the Being (God) I had been seeking. It was actually an inner power and I had had it all along. It was me! I was It! I am part of what God needs to be essential; and likewise, in order for me to be essential I need God. Maya “knew” this.
I don’t, however, like the word God. The word has been so misused and abused (wars and killing have been done in the name of God). In fact, I can think of no word to describe this Being I had re-discovered. It was that “inner stirring”, that “deep reality” of joy at being alive that I had experienced as a very young girl. That realization of Being was my God.
And so, my god is simply everything as it is. Everything as it is is the way it is supposed to be. Do I analyze too much? Can one analyze too much? I consider what others call analyzing too much as leading to a heightened sense of awareness. It is really no more than Maya’s daily routine of seeing the world of the night before through the use of her nose; her consciousness, her awareness of Being. She wants to experience all of it she can. And like Maya, so do I. The more I look and observe (analyze) the other manifestations of Being, or God if you will, the closer I will come to an appreciation of the Mystery of Life, God made manifest. So for now, I’ll be like Maya, and just observe and enjoy that part of It that I am able to and Be. Be happy, joyous and free.
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