It is 4:30 in the wee hours of a new Day and a new term of office for our President Obama.
I am reminded that the river flows and we must step into it's current and keep moving. As Mark Neppo points out in this poem, Mother of the Universe...
Let us, when swimming with the stream,
become the stream...
Let us, when moving with the music,
become the music...
Let us, when rocking the wounded,
become the suffering...
Let us live for the grace beneath all we want,
let us see it in everything and everyone,
till we admit to the mystery
that when I look deep enough into you,
I find me, and when you dare to hear my fear
in the recess of your heart, you recognize it
as your secret which you thought
no one else knew...
O Let us have the courage
to hold each other when we break
and worship what unfolds...
Let us embrace
that unexpected moment of unity
as the atom of God...
O nameless spirit that is not done with us,
let us love without a net
beyond the fear of death
until the speck of peace
we guard so well
becomes the world...
(The Book of Awakening)
I have pushed and pulled strings hoping to direct the terms of Mirage's retirement. Sighed and rejoiced with each prospective candidate. Yesterday i released my efforts to control her destiny and i will flow into the current of infinite wisdom. Returning her to the Guide Dog school where the perfect person or persons are patiently waiting to receive the Perfect dog. The families are carefully screened and pay for the privilege of adopting these fine retired dogs.
For now, she's back in her harness, performing her duties with majesty! In a few months we'll plan a retirement party celebrating her great service to me:) all dogs and Beloved people are invited to see her on her Journey.
Stay tuned. . .