Durga the Protector
It’s been an interesting month; I suppose I should have expected no less from living with a goddess.
We’ve survived ankle biting, running through the house with underwear, ears all a-flapping, hole-digging, and poo-eating. She’s a Mike Tyson with the grooming brush, and if the brush had an ear, it’d be gone, gone, gone, Vincent Van Gogh and despondent.
Although I move a lot at work, I really hadn’t realized how sedentary I was once I got home. I’d plop and plop and plop, filling my hours with pseud0-homework, which consists of 5 minutes of online article reading for every hour of Facebook gaming. I’d gotten away from meditation, from reading and from doing things that are good for me, and hadn’t really noticed it.
But now, now that I’m having to struggle to fit things in, it’s amazing how much I can accomplish. In the mornings, we’re polar opposites: me, one eye-half opened, rushing to remember to disarm the alarm system before we go potty, her, all tongue and ears and tail, ready to play, play, play. And maybe, maybe if she feels like it, relieve herself. After work, it’s let her out, let her run some of her energy out in the yard so I can get her settled enough to leash her and take her walking, which she loves.
And we walk. And walk and walk. And sometimes, sometimes for mere seconds, we even run. Me, running. For whole, glorifying seconds, I get glimpses of what my life could be like. Running. And I like it.
Now, I love my cats, but from the first moment I held her, something in me changed. Not that I love my cats any less, by any means, but something deep in me clicked and switched. We’ve definitely had our tears, AND tears (tares) for that matter. Her teeth are needle-sharp, 12 gauge pain in a 23 gauge size, and she’s awfully, awfully proud of them. We’ve had our disagreements, her being willful and stubborn and far too smart for her 10 lb body.
But she’s mine in a way I don’t think I’ve ever experienced before. Mine, her. Our. Something that I can’t quite put my finger on, but it’s there, and it’s frightening, but also rather liberating.
I have several things in the works that will begin or continue in the next several months. The Paleo Solution, for one. A book’s first draft to be finished over the summer for another. A book group going on now (a group of two is still a group, right?) Perhaps even a change in jobs while maintaining my current employer and, indirectly, my current boss.
The future is bright again.
Once more, I move toward it eagerly. That has been a long time coming.
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Hello there
I’ve checked back here periodically, and today – finally – I see that you’ve been writing.
First of all, from one break in victim to another, my deepest sympathy. I was more and less fortunate in my experience. More, in that I was already planning on moving out of the city, and so just moved that move up a week or two. Less, because I was in the house when it happened, and physically assaulted.
The GOOD news is, I’m alive and kicking and eventually the terror went away. I won’t go on and on about that, but it does. May yours disappear like dew on a hot blazing So Cal day.
And as one who also been dumped on (and dumped) by so-called friends (one, a “BFF”. Ha!), well…like Dr. D says: How people treat you is their karma, how you treat them is yours.
Your puppy Durga is ADORABLE. And reading about the two of you falling in love, with the ups and downs and vulnerabilities, is awesomeness itself.
Here is to the new beginnings, fresh starts and opening opportunities that present themselves with each sunrise.
Hugs
Grace, please shoot me an email at lyricalfool@gmail.com. I don’t want to lose touch with you again
Hey, did you get my email???