
Chino and Ahalya
I sleep in a room with sixty bears. They’re quiet. I’ve only gotten to know one. He sits about eight inches tall and is mauve in color. His pose seems yogic except when I accidently knock him off his pillow which props against more pillows on my bed. While he’s a prop, a stuffed fluff of a decoration he makes me smile. I even apologize when I find I inadvertently tossed him on the floor.
Perhaps he is reminder that given an opening everyone and everything can contribute to us.
Outside there are three amusing dogs, a tough and gentle old barn cat, exotic looking chickens, incredibly beautiful black and white horses, a scruffy white pony and a miniature donkey named Chino. Chino is a bit like my bear friend, he’s a decoration for this small ranch; the center piece of love. He’s a perfect example of just Being.
That’s his contribution to the world. He’s very good at receiving love. He just takes it in and pours it out. He accepts that he is wanted, valued and cherished. It’s a given with him that he is worthy. Chino seems to know something that most folks don’t. We are meant to receive and give love, in that order. We can’t give what we don’t have.
Chino is a miniature donkey. He’s not an Arabian or even a work horse. While the chickens lay eggs, the dogs guard, the horses carry riders, the barn cat keeps the barn clear, Chino doesn’t do any of those things. He is simply himself, receiving and giving love.
My mauve bear friend and Chino have given me a gift, each in their own way, unique and valuable, like all of us.
May We All Walk in Beauty.
At 4:30 am a few days ago, I was sitting on the back deck watching the full moon. High above the Sierras it flooded the Carson Valley with light. I thought of the beauty of Nature and of the Planet. I pondered the depth and vastness of Consciousness. I considered what I know, what I don’t know, and what I don’t know I don’t know.
Recently on a normal school day bus ride home one of my granddaughters experienced verbal bullying and intimidation with inappropriate touching. This bright 13 year old is not easily intimidated and although she was distressed and offended by the experience she stood her ground in the moment. When we heard about it we were outraged.
I have struggled with understanding the teaching Let Go and Let God my whole life. I have had glimpses of its significance from time to time. Where I am in this moment is all about what it means to actually live it consciously all the time.
We are drawn to new beginnings ~ fresh starts that erase past inequities and give hope of a victorious future. A clean sheet of paper, a fresh road map; the promise of grace.