Is Your Dog Your Teacher?

Is Your Dog Your Teacher?

Yesterday my dog Rosie was hit by a car and died. I had the gift of 30 minutes to pet her soft fur, tell her what a good dog she was and thank you for being such a good friend.  First I cried and felt sorry for myself because my friend was gone and then I started to think about what she had taught me.

Dogs teach us:

1. Unconditional love, they meet us at the door tail wagging and it doesn’t  matter if we are crabby or happy they try to comfort us and remind us that perhaps it is time to play.

2. Balance, dogs know that there is a time to work, whether  that is hunting pheasants or chasing squirrels but then there is also time to sleep in the sun.

3. Forgiveness, we don’t have time to go for a walk,to  throw a ball or maybe we are crabby but a dog will return tail wagging.

4.Letting go, maybe this is their greatest lesson. They don’t stay long but that might be  part of the plan to teach us that everything ends . They teach us that a good life is all about love and forgiveness and remembering that there is always time to play in the sun.

It seems that Rosie was trying to teach me to live in a mindful way.

I hope I have learned something that she was trying to teach but I imagine it will take another dog someday before I understand how to be open to everything and attached to nothing.

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A marathon of life, death and aging lessons with Joy in New York City

8C9596764-tdy_joy_johnson_131105-03_blocks_desktop_mediumOn Monday of this week I learned a lesson. I have read about amazing people and have met a few in my time, but Joy was special. I spent this weekend in New York City at a conference and because it was so intense I didn’t get to explore much so Monday morning  I was out walking by 6 a.m. In my wandering I came to the NBC studio and a group of people waiting to see  Al Roker and Matt Lauer from the Today Show. I found myself standing behind a woman with the marathon medal around her neck. We started to talk, her name was Joy Johnson a retired teacher from California and a marathon runner. Joy started running when she was 59 after she retired and now she was 86 years old. It was her 25th New York City marathon. She told me this was her swan song because her time was not as good as she liked. Al came  and they over and they talked  as old friends. Al was concerned about her falling at mile 20. She waved his concern away assuring him that it looked much worse than it was. Her sister Faith and I talked about how they and grew up in Minnesota, had a cabin up north where Joy dried her marathon flower and how everyday Joy started her day with a cup of coffee her Bible and a 8 mile run.  As I left I knew my idea of aging had been changed. Maybe we all have accepted too many self imposed limits. Joy laughed when someone asked how much she ran and she said “Not enough!  I only run 9 days straight and then take a day off ONLY about 50 or 60 miles a week.”  Joy was named correctly she was joy but she was also love. As runners came up to her and seemed to want her blessing, I watched as she graciously smiled and had a word of kindness. I wonder if we didn’t put a limit on our life would our life look like?  Joy died hours after I met her, her head injury was serious. Joy’s lesson to me and all of us is to really live  a life without limits, filled with kindness . We are all going to die, but she died doing what she loved, being loved, being a model for all of us. I  hope I will remember that lesson. I know I will remember Joy Johnson.

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Preserving Your Memories

We have experienced a beautiful fall in Wisconsin this year. At times I felt it was almost too brilliant reminding me of a kaleidoscope or the  swirling skirt of a Spanish dancer. I watched the colors dancing in the reflection of my lake when the water was as clear and peaceful as a sheet of glass I was grateful that I had eyes to see.  I would like to share a lesson that I learned as a young woman from a Great Aunt.

One day I walked into house and this old woman was sitting peacefully with her eyes shut and a beautiful smile on her face. When she realized I was there she smiled and told me she was going through her photo album. I looked and saw no album. Then she shared that when anything good happened she took a picture in here mind. She could take that memory out and spend as long as she wanted with it.

This is a bit like freeze frame in Heart Math that when something wonderful happens you snap a mental picture. Then when you are feeling any stress put your hand over your heart and breathe in that wonderful memory adding every sense that you can. Remember what you were smelling, hearing, and feeling. Feel the same peace you felt the first time you experienced the memory.

However there is a wonder of seeing a photograph. This month there is a picture in my Yoga magazine of one of the oldest yoga teachers in the world, TAO PORCHON-LYNCH  is a flexible beautiful 93 years old. I framed the picture, placed it on my desk to remind me that she would be a model for my aging process.

Pictures in your head, heart or on your desk are like sign posts helping us stay on the path we have chosen. If you have picture memories you would like to delete, do it now. They were from a path you no longer choose. Fill your heart, brain, desk and walls with what you love and choose to remember. Create your photo album filled with what makes you healthy happy and strong.

Because this is so important we have added a very talented photographer to Sky Blue Dreams. The business is called Magical Fun Moments. The photographer in Terrena Bachmann. The Photos are both unique and affordable. Terrena has created a beautiful space to have Halloween, Thanksgiving, Fall, Veterans Day, or Christmas photos. You could have a family picture to put on your desk and in your heart. She also takes animal photos. Call Sky Blue Dreams for an appointment, 608-586-5225.

These little time outs we create when we remember with our hand on our heart or looking at a picture moves us from stress to neutral where we can breathe, choose our next emotion and our reaction to life.

Peace  Love  and Laughter to all

Jane

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