Two Peas in a Pod.

Posted October 13, 2014 by Barbara Techel

Two peas in a pod. On their favorite walking path.

Kylie who is on her third weenie dog to love.

I wonder what she thinks?

Maybe she thinks she too is a weenie dog.

Or perhaps she thinks she is Eeyore as that is who she reminds me of when she sits like this.

No matter.

When I look at these two, my heart melts, and life’s worries take a back seat for awhile.

I love getting lost in just being with them in as if in a meditation.

A meditation that brings me back to all that is real and all that matters.

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Winner of “Four-Legged Wisdom” book is Marilyn Butler! Marilyn, please contact me with your mailing address so I can provide it to Dobie Houson to mail you your copy of the book.

Thank you to everyone who provided a comment about their spirit animal – I loved all the thoughts and comments!

What Matters. New Morning Ritual.

Posted September 16, 2014 by Barbara Techel

The mornings are cooler and crisper. Snippets of fall color are appearing in the trees. Leaves on our maple tree are beginning to flutter ever so slowly down to the ground, one by one.

While I feel a sense of wanting to accomplish many projects, I also feel a tug of slowing down. Oh, the ebb and flow of life.

After Kylie eats her breakfast she makes her way back to bed to snuggle in for the morning. Oh, to be a dog!

A new morning ritual that began this weekend is that I lay a soft blanket over her. I love to take a few moments and linger by her side. I lay my head on her side and stroke her head. I tell her how much I love her. I call her my little pony.

It’s all that matters. No matter what else the day may be full of, or what it may bring, this is what matters. Love.

Love for a dog who has taught me that I am enough. She loves me. All of me. And I love her. Oh, how I love her.

Our bond a steady stream of growth over the years. Growing richer and deeper with each passing day.

It’s what matters. It’s all that matters.

And this is Just How it Is.

Posted August 30, 2014 by Barbara Techel

If I don’t make the bed right away in the morning, Kylie beats me to the punch and makes herself cozy after eating her breakfast.

And you know what I like about my wiser, older self? So what. So what if the bed does not get made for a couple of hours. I just make half of the bed and let her linger as long as she wants. This is what matters–her happiness.

No one is going to care if my bed is made or not. But I care that Kylie is happy and content. This is just how it is and I like it. Such a relief it is to let go of so much perfectionism I had as my younger, not so wise self.