I'm ba-a-a-ck!

 

Hey - Hey! The D Dog is back! Just two days into the restart and Pops got sick! There's lots to say but he said his head feels like an over-ripe melon so I said I would sub for him. He's got this big ride coming up in Vancouver next week - the Gran Fondo Whistler, or some funny name like that. He's supposed to have been training a long time ago but he waited till the last minute. So now, each time he tries to "whip himself into shape", he gets sick! Bummer! But, that just means more time with me! Cool!

Hey did you see his new book of photographs of me and all the cool places we've been to? All my friends say, "You lucky dog!" 

I say luck's got nothing to do with it. If it weren't for me, Pops wouldn't have even gone to all those places. Well, OK, we're both lucky. Lucky to have each other.

"A man is a dog's best friend," so they say, but some people are pretty messed up, like my previous "owner" - he dumped me in the street and didn't even want me back after Animal Control found me. Imagine that! What did I ever do to him?! I know I would never leave my friends. I would never leave Pops. In fact, sometimes, when I roam too far and lose sight of Pops, I get a little panicky, know what I mean? But he always whistles to let me know where he is and boy, am I glad to hear that whistle blow! I just run as fast as I can to get back to him.

 

Pops says we're fellow travelers in life, and we help each other with our karma. He says because I'm a dog and he's a human, he's responsible for my karma too, to make sure I get a good reincarnation after I die. Pretty intense stuff. Half of the time I don't even know what he's talking about. He's funny that way.


Whoa! I just looked out the window and fog just rolled in - "with a vengeance," as Pops likes to say. When I started posting, it was all blue sky and sunshine! Go figure! It's San Francisco! See y'all soon! xoxo (= lick lick).

 

Restart, continued...

Today I restarted meditation. I'm a Buddhist, but a lazy one. Meditation does wonders for me, yet I'm too undisciplined to do it every day. A few years ago, I did it pretty regularly, mainly because I had a meditation partner. His name was Kaleo (Hawaiian name, pronounced ka-LAY-o).

Every morning, while I washed up, Kaleo would wait for me in front of the Buddha shrine, next to my mediation pillow. When I sat down, I would stroke his head and say, "What a good dog! What a beautiful spirit! I'm so glad you came into my life!" And with that, Kaleo would be be so happy. He would turn his head to smile and look at me with loving eyes. Then I'd say, "OK, let's get started," and he would curl up behind me and go to sleep while I sat, counting my breath.

After he died prematurely from cancer, I stopped sitting every morning. I built a memorial to him in the garden. (See related post, July 15, 2009). It was set in front of his favorite spot. He loved freshly dug-up dirt, and since I was doing the landscaping at the time, I built a dog rest for him and our other dog Trina. Trina and Kaleo were the best of friends and, you know what? The moment the memorial was complete, Trina came and laid down in front of it for almost the whole morning. Although I did not bury him there, I could see she felt his presence.

That was in 2007. Fast forward to now. Recently, Trina has made a routine of hanging out in the garden after dinner, sometimes needing repeated calls and cajoling to get her to come back in from the dark. One day, out of frustration, I went down to get her. As I approached, she ran ahead and led me to Kaleo's memorial and looked behind it through the fence, as if looking into the distance. She was obviously seeing something I didn't.

I had always wondered if she went down every night to be with Kaleo's spirit, and now it was getting downright spooky. Still, it wasn't till the next morning when I realized that she was trying to tell me something specific, like, bringing a message from Kaleo. And the message was that Kaleo wanted to be out there, not in a box on the shelf in my room upstairs.

Of course! I thought to myself. I was clinging to a false memory of Kaleo that was essentially a selfish act. It was time to let go and set Kaleo's spirit free, to let him go on his natural journey. I knew what I had to do.

I buried Kaleo's ashes directly in the ground, mixed with the soil that he so loved. I covered it with more soil and planted lilies, baby's tears, blue grass and cylamen. Yesterday morning, I burned some incense to send him off and sat for a while to soak in his presence. And today, I resumed daily meditation, except now it takes place in the garden, in full presence of Kaleo's spirit.

Yeah - spirits, animal communication - I can feel it, and if I feel it, it must be true.

Restart

New hybrid cars have the ability to turn off the engine at stops and restart quite seamlessly - saves energy and reduces pollution. Well, here we are - back again after almost a year long absence, though maybe not so seamlessly. Not cool, in blogosphere terms, what, with short term attention span and memory loss you're supposed to keep it going, or so goes conventional wisdom.

Not so, I say! One of the best things about getting old is that you get to see things come around. You know the saying... what goes round, comes around. Well, if you live long enough, you can actually see that happen. So many things have happened as if to never happen again, so many friends and fellow travelers have gone different ways, only to reappear at unexpected - and sometimes - at the best moments.

Anyway, not to ramble on forever - We're back! It took me a year to make the book based on this blog. It was a lot harder than I had thought. What I thought was, OK, simple. All I gotta do is transpose the contents into book form. Well, that fell flat. The two mediums don't mix. Can't just interchange like that. As a result, I had to re-conceptualize it several times. In the end, the simplest form won out - a practically wordless photo journal. And, as I found out, the book is essentially autobiographical. And you know that can raise a whole sh-tload of issues. Kinda like writing a resume for a job you never wanted in the first place.

In a year's time dharma dog has grown a lot. It's that 1 - 7 ratio of dog to human years. He says, "I don't feel like keeping the blog any more. You restart it, and maybe I'll jump in later."

Fair enough, so here I am.

It's been a busy year. In Spring, I went to Bhutan, where dogs run free in the streets - hangin' out during the day and partying all night. I wish dharma dog could have come with me but he was there in spirit. And I don't say that lightly. One of the things I learned in Bhutan was exactly to be more in tune with the spirit world. A young woman there said to me, "If you believe it, it's true."

Of course, that's not something I heard for the first time, but the way she said it and the situation that we were in, made a big impact on me. I've been carrying that thought ever since. I've been resistant to the idea of "believing." From my personal experience in the "rational" West, "belief" has always been associated with a substitute for understanding, when no understanding can be found. But after seeing how belief works in Bhutan, I realize it's not what I thought at all. It's more like the suspension of disbelief, to listen to your heart and your intuition, and not dismiss what you feel and know, on an instinctive level, what is true.

Still, it takes a while to "reformat" old habits. It takes time and opportunity for truth to reveal itself through the cloud and morass of accumulated karma.

to be continued (tbc)...

P.S., dharma dog days now available at amazon.com

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About Time

Well! Wondering what's been happening to us? NO?! Aaaack, I was afraid of that. Out of sight, out of mind. Such short memories!

Anyway - obviously, it's mid November and still no new book. What gives? Well, Pops has been busy. It's not like he's been flakin' off or nothin'. He just gets into stuff. Those of you who know him know what I'm talking about. First off, he spends a couple of hours every morning with me. Oui, avec moi! Pardon my French. Then he's got his cycling, his painting, photography, preparing for art shows, organizing stuff and, oh yeah... he met the Dalai Lama! How cool is that! And he gave His Holiness a copy of Travels with Dharma Dog! Hoo-wee! I'm feeling so blessed!

Oh yeah, the new book. Well, since that's something that grows organically (one of Pop's favorite words) out of our life together... something like that takes time, you know! He's had to re-do it a number of times, mainly 'cause he decided to put out a bigger, better, newer version of the first book, and he wanted to match the new one to the same format.

So... Travels... is now available through Amazon.com - for much cheaper! Check it out - its' got an expanded bio of l'Artiste, i.e., Pops, and a bunch of photos to go with the painting notes and a couple of new photos of me! Like the one here.

And the Holidays are coming up and if you're thinking of what to give to that certain someone, hint hint! Maybe the new book will come out in time for next Christmas, ha ha! Well, it is basically done - just a lot of fine tuning. It's a much longer book with lotsa writing. Chinese New Year in February is a realistic release time.

OK... See y'all soon!

Time is...

Hi Everyone,

Guess you've noticed that things have been kinda quiet around here. Well, it's not for lack of activity... it's just that... well, how many times can you say that life is good? But Pops has been posting photos of moi, so I hope you're enjoying those. As for me, well, I am suffering from a bit of writer's block, that's all.

I hope you are all getting ready for the Holidays and have a great year to look forward to. Pops is working on a new book about me, based on this blog. Yes, this very blog! And, like the blog, it'll have lots of photos, so he's been kinda busy too. Doesn't mean we don't love you anymore! We have so enjoyed sharing our lives with you over the past months and will definitely be sharing more in the future.

Take care, be safe, be happy! I'll be back!

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