My Dog the Manifesting Machine

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The movie is set. The popcorn is popped. The kids are pj-ed. Bruno, my dog, is prepped in his usual spot, back to the tv, sitting before the couch, staring adamantly at me.

He’s poised. Focused. He’s certain of his coming treat. And as I sit there munching on the popcorn that Bruno is so eagerly awaiting bits of, it occurs to me…this dog is a manifesting machine.

I’ve been listening to life gurus and reading the self-help books for years. Manifest. Source energy. The secret. Your vibrations. I get it; I hear what they’re saying and on a very superficial level, I get it. But to live it? I’m still on that journey. And yet, here before me, day in and day out, is this manifesting master; my dog.

He knows exactly what he wants; Popcorn bits tossed up which he can nab out of the air and swallow whole. He’s certain of it’s coming; so certain in fact, that every move I make, he flinches, prepared to leap. He’s doing everything in his doggy-trick-arsenal to get his goal. He sits- and that’s all he can do, so he sits and sits and sits. When one path (Mommy throwing popcorn) seems to be becoming stale, he tries others! He sits and stares at Daddy, then kid 1, then kid 2, and then he starts all over again. And perhaps most animalistic, least human-like, and so very vital and powerful- he has no concept of worthiness. He doesn’t spend hours and days and years toiling over being worthy of treats. He has no concern of being “not enough”. He just shows up, knowing exactly what he wants, and does what he can do with certainty!

Can you imagine if we chased our own desires this way?

Can you… can I… Focus on our goal(s) the way my dog focuses on flying popcorn treats? Can you see them (your goals) with assurance of their fulfillment? Can you commit to doing anything and everything in your power to achieve it? Can you follow through on that? Can you change course when prompted to do so? Can you not judge what you want?

Can you believe it? Can you live it?

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Numbing VS Nourishing

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When you’re tired, down, defeated, sad, alone, lost…do you nourish your mind, body, and spirit? Or do you numb it?

So often when we’re experiencing any of the above emotions (and many others) instead of feeding ourselves what we need, we fill up on junk that may give a moment of release, but ultimately robs you of the opportunity to truly find a sense of replenishment and energy. I’m not just talking about diet here- we are what we eat. But we are also what we watch, read, think, how we sleep, what we believe in, who we spend time with…we are a culmination of many habits, preferences, and circumstances.

To make matters of numbing vs nourishing all the more confusing, we’re bombarded with messages on social media, tv, movies, music, everywhere really, with false information about what will make us feel better.

But the reality is that chugging Fanta in the street will never be as exciting as it appears in the ad. Binge-watching Seinfeld for the millionth time (it’s a classic, I agree), because you just need to zone out for a bit, will not give your mind the peace it craves. Eating the entire cake will not make the stressful situation in your life any less stressful or any more dealt with. And that impromptu shopping spree? It’ll only disguise the inferiority and fears you feel for a hot second. But we all know this, right?

TV is not inherently evil. Fanta and sodas probably are not either. Shopping can be pretty fun. And I, for one, really love chocolate cake. But when we use decadence, laziness, sugar, caffeine, booze, among tons of other stimulants and numbing-agents, to keep us from feeling what we’re going through, we’re losing out. Instead, is it possible to set these indulgences in our lives aside as just that? To enjoy them in a way that honors our growth? Is it possible to look into the behaviors that we’ve called “resting” and call them out for what they really are? Hiding. Procrastinating. Numbing. 

How do you respond to your body’s call for rest? For nourishment? What are some ways we can replenish ourselves without the boozing, the bingeing, and the self-loathing?

 

Jeannie Yogini

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(Note: Jeannie Yogini contains some profanity. fyi.)

I recently participated in a Yoga Teacher Training (RYT200). It was amazing and I felt the need to memorialize the experience and give a little something to the other amazing yogis I’m learning with. So I wrote Jeannie Yogini; Jeannie is in her first teacher training and learns that yoga is about so much more than poses. Enjoy!

What’s Next?

A member of my family passed recently. He was warm, kind, very much loved and will be missed. Currently I am in my hometown for the services.

At funerals there are always such assurances as to the whereabouts of the deceased. I find myself wondering where they hoped they’d be- I don’t mean in a heaven vs hell way. And I’m not necessarily talking about their religion. More a curiosity as to what they hoped would be next for them. Will it be what they hoped for? What you hope for and what you actually believe are often not the same thing.

When I think about these things, the idea of my body returning to the earth, my mind and soul simply being released and gone- I’m ok with this. I guess you could even say that I believe that; that we return to where we’re from. The earth. It’s cyclic, like so much of the natural world is, and that makes sense to me. But what do I hope for?

I like the idea of reincarnation. Still cyclic and my brain likes that. More than that, I love this thought of all the things we could become, the things we may become part of. So while I can’t yet in my journey bring myself to believe in it, I hope for reincarnation; to be (even part of) something lovely and uplifting.

I think my Uncle T would most definitely come back as something generous, loving, and bright, as he was all of those things.

What do you think is next?

What do you hope is next?

Conflicting and loving it ❤️

My four-year-old loves Darth Vader (see the tiny tattoo on her hand), jewelry, wrestling, dresses, sword fighting, nerf guns, pretending, being a self-dressing mismatched mess… she’s everything. And when people ask if she’s a girly girl or not, I don’t know how best to answer and usually respond “both.” She loves the princesses. But she also loves the heroes and witches and villains- in her play, she tries them all on for size. She’s a consistent reminder to me that you don’t need to fit into anyone else’s parameters, societie’s ideals of femininity or masculinity. She’s a constant lesson in not categorizing people, including myself. Can you imagine if we could simply let our children (and really anyone else) be as they are with no expectations and no judgement? In short, she is living as her truest self and challenging me to do the same. Conflicted and loving it. What are you learning from the “little” people in your lives? (I think there’s maybe a cool poem idea in this?)