Month: January 2017

 

Animal dreams always wake me up – they are so like “Minding the Animals Within” that I go “heads up” in a heart beat. This one was all about dogs in a house, that was actually a shelter of sorts and I was visiting, then volunteering or on the board, and then husband Smitty was “selected” to be boss of the place. Our own young and healthy lab was in the house with us with two or three other dogs. The rest of the herd was outside. I was anxious about conflicts if the others came in. Fade out …

 

The dream before this was was about visas, people being detained or refused entrance and my great fears about Trump Nation now manifesting. Obviously this was in direct proportion to the fear and loathing I felt reading yesterday about Trump’s order not to process any more visas for the time being. I ask my soul in the dream how I should focus.

 

So my interpretation of the dog dream is that my soul is showing me how my reality (my own dog) is friendly and energetic and fine dealing with a couple other realities, but there is a fear focus about handling a mass reality that I can’t personally control. The fact that husband Smitty was put in charge feels like a quiet, even-toned attitude is what is necessary in this visa and Trump nation situation: i.e. don’t go off half-cocked in reactivity, disrupting everyone, most of all the WAV (World According to Virginia).

 

Well OK then. I do indeed feel way better since putting this all into perspective. I really do see how I was panicking and reacting, fearful of being powerless.
Jeez that was easy. Is life really this easy? Sometimes The WAV is better than anything I could have imagined when I signed up for it. Grateful.

 

Just discovered I’m a control freak – but a very quiet one (what kind of animal would that be?).

 

By quiet control freak, what I mean is I typically just handle details myself. I noticed this pattern  shoveling snow this morning. I noticed unplowed areas that would be treacherous underfoot as the snow melted and iced over – places we walked back and forth to the front door, between the wood pile and parked cars – ‘Ooh, scary!’ So I added that to the shoveling chores.

 

But my winter cold sapped my intent and sent me indoors, unfulfilled in my control-freakness – but aware for the first time how unreasonable I am by comparison to less controlling creatures.

 

I have neighbors who don’t deal with icy snow at all. They just walk through it year after year and put up with it. That always bothered me. A lot.

 

But the huge relief I felt leaving the icing snow in place and relaxing by the fire has just shown me how invested I was in a “snow” paradigm that has exact rules about snow and ice and winter in general – to be “safe”.

 

All I can say is wow.

 

I know now I got this virus being control-freak-personified when my husband’s family came for a ski week. Now seeing how quietly controlled I have been all my life, it’s a wonder I haven’t killed myself with my absolutes and have-tos relating to holidays and “family.”

 

I’m grateful to discover this, even so late in life. It will add immeasurably to the quality and maybe quantity of my life – and for sure add to the FUN!

 

Life really is a wonderful teacher, even if the student doesn’t know what’s going on.

 

Note: Jan. 29 – I couldn’t decide on a control-freak animal, so I finally opted for the result of the transformation: from being unconscious to conscious of the control-freaking tendencies, and the beauty of that new state of awareness. Thus, the larvae becomes the butterfly. It only took 22 days. Nice.