First, I’d like to say that it feels so good to be back amongst the loving energy you all bring here!
It was such a beautiful day yesterday. I wanted to take my little doggie on a beach walk…he loves to run in the waves and he is a very good swimmer. My partner said, “No way! It’s the weekend and the beach will be full of dogs.”
I was disappointed (so was he) but reluctantly agreed, mainly because even though he is the friendliest little guy other dogs love to bite him!
As soon as we walked out of the path onto the beach, two pit bulls were running wildly towards us, and everybody and their brother was there…with a giant dog!
We made our way south, navigating surf, ledges, and huge dogs. One beautiful, well-behaved yellow lab decided we would be friends as he rubbed himself on our legs. He never took his eyes off his Momma as she took his waste bag up to the garbage can (one of the few who cleaned up after their dog!)
A few minutes later I saw a woman with three giant German Shepards. Only one dog was on a leash. One was standing guard while the other was retrieving a ball. Immediately, my preservation instincts warned me that there was danger ahead. I even said, “This is not good.”
Amazingly, we kept walking. Our friend, the yellow lab, nudged us again as he walked on ahead of us. In a matter of seconds the dog who had been chasing the ball turned and charged our friend!
It was swift…it was ballistic…and it was frightening!! Our poor friend didn’t stand a chance, and the owner was too busy trying to keep the other two dogs from joining in.
I started screaming, “NOOOOO!” at the top of my lungs…it’s supposed to work if you are being attacked by a bear. Suddenly our friend’s Momma flew into the middle of the dogs…everything happened so fast. I started to run in after her (not sure what I was thinking…actually I wasn’t “thinking.”) Thankfully, the dogs stopped!
There were so many things that were disturbing about the whole event. Take your pick: the nicest dog being mauled, the woman having three dogs she couldn’t handle…off leashes, her cavalier attitude after the event and protesting that yellow was not hurt, his Momma running into the melee, my instinct to run in!
Perhaps the most disturbing thing is that I sensed a very clear and present danger, and I walked into it anyway. And that made me think about life. And it made me think about how I was involved in something with people who I never thought would hurt me. And they did…
So my brain inescapably goes to the fact that, “You just never know.” And while my first instinct is to not trust anything…I talk myself into “TRUSTING EVERYTHING!” And believing that every single event that takes place in our lives, is exactly as it should be. It is up to us how we handle the pain and disappointment.
Poor Yellow did, in fact, get hurt. He was limping off his left front leg. I also got hurt…and I am nursing a broken heart.
Deep in my broken heart I am TRUSTING EVERYTHING… and I know we will both be fine.