Dogs

"A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn't care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not. As I wrote that farewell column to Marley, I realized it was all right there in front of us, if only we opened our eyes. Sometimes it took a dog with bad breath, worse manners, and pure intentions to help us see." - Josh Grogan Last night, I dreamed about my dog Mac and he died again, in my dream. Tonight, I watched Marley and Me and Marley dies at the end. I felt my throat tighten with sadness...and then it was gone...All of the sudden, it felt as if I had been captured with magic. Marley really wasn't gone...Now Marley lived in me. Do we ever truly die? Our energy lives on... For a moment, I wondered if life was like listening to a song for the very first time. All songs start and all songs end but they come from a place of endless, infinite song ~ this song is the heart. What if our lives are the same? An expression of the heart... I am asking a question, right now...Is there a better way? Is there something more? I think maybe there is...I think it is related to living Heaven on Earth. I'm not sure if there wouldn't be a sacrifice, though. Because I think it means giving up an ending...I think it means we'd stop dying. But I also think it's connected to me being able to fly, metaphorically and literally. Are we ready, I ask? Then, I think of that pain and I think of how it just doesn't feel right to me. I think we are ready. I we are ready to stop dying. Hmm, I think we are ready to stop forgetting. If what I have learned is true, than most of this suffering comes from amnesia. We chose this amnesia for ourselves when we incarnated. But like a butterfly, it might be time for us to wake up. Sometimes, when it becomes too painful to stay inside a "pod" anymore, one must burst free as an become a butterfly.