Jeep Ride through the Hidden Life of Trees

Jeep Ride through the Hidden Life of Trees

This Jeep dog stroller has been a ride for three disabled dachshunds since 2008— Frankie, Joie, and now Gidget. And someday when Gidget is no longer with me, I will be retiring it along with my adopting special needs dogs as I wrote about recently.

For now, I enjoy my time with Miss Gidget knowing she is likely my last disabled little, one and a favorite place to stroll is actually past this wooded area—not through it.  

Ever since reading The Hidden Life of Trees by Peter Wohlleben I can’t walk past trees in the same way now. It’s a good thing. Wohlleben’s scientific discovery that trees are social beings, describing them like a human family with tree parents and children, and that they have their own network of communication going on among them.

Now I wonder what they are saying when I walk by. Are they happy to see Gidget and me? Do they get upset when people leave trash behind?  There was some trash along our route and so I picked that up as we went. I like to think the trees were happy with me for doing that. 

But interesting when one begins to see the trees and plants as some sort of beings how you no longer feel alone when among them. Just like animals, they have much wisdom to share with us if we just tune in and listen.

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Goodbye Hibernation

Goodbye Hibernation

This picture I captured of Gidget, the sun streaming through my writing cottage windows, as she peeked her head out from under her purple blanket and it was as if she was saying, “Goodbye Hibernation! Hello Spring!”

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Practicing Silence in a Noisy World

Practicing Silence in a Noisy World

I’m being tested.

Earlier this week I listened to an online class that I signed up for to help me deepen my skills as a SoulCollage® facilitator.

This role is so different from when I did presentations for kids with my dachshund, Frankie. Kids are so open for the most part, and haven’t yet been conditioned into how they should think. While I saw myself doing workshops for women someday even when doing my work with Frankie, I didn’t know at the time exactly how that would play out.

It’s a whole new experience for me even though I’ve done quite a few workshops now. But I continue to learn, and most of all I continue to wish to be the very best I can be as a facilitator so that I’m providing a safe container for which others can explore their creative consciousness.

Listening to the instructor, Selene, a psycotherapist and fellow SoulCollage® facilitator, she talked about how everyone is different when it comes to tapping into their creative consciousness.  While some need silence, some need to be chattering to distract their cognitive mind.

She went on to say that this then becomes a practice for those who wish to be in silence because the fact is there is always noise in our world. I’d never really thought of that before, but it made sense. To be in silence within when there is noise around you and not let it distract or bother you is certainly a practice.

I’ve really been thinking about that and of course, as it usually goes when one begins to give something deep thought, it seems you are presented with situations to put this into practice.

This morning as I moved through my yoga routine, listening to a soothing, instrumental, meditative station on Pandora. all of a sudden I was yanked out of my calm and serene space when a commercial interrupted – and it was so jarring. I silently cursed Pandora for not having sent me an email letting me know my subscription had run out so I could have perhaps prevented this intrusion from happening (a subscription means you avoid the commercials).

But then I remembered what Selene said and I realized I was being called to practice being in silence among the blaring commercial ads as if they weren’t there – a conscious shift to not be annoyed or let that shake me from my calm and quiet foundation.

And then I was tested again. After returning from an errand, I came home to find a crew of landscapers working in the neighbor’s yard. They are still here. And with them they brought loud machinery. I began to feel my insides tense up and feelings of being annoyed begin to surface again, along with feeling like my personal space was being invaded as they are right outside my writing cottage.

And then I remembered again….to go within to that silent place of my own even with all the workers and noise right outside my window. This is going to take practice I must say. But I’ll bet that if one can truly do this then that is, ah, yes, the ultimate peace. I’m working on it!

Namaste.

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