Piper’s Morning Meditation

Every morning my mom goes into a special room. I go with her. That’s ‘cause I always stay by her side. Mom calls the room her meditation room. I think it’s just a room where it’s quiet. And I can sleep.

Mom thinks it’s special though. Every morning she goes there to sit and write in her book. She calls it a journal. Sometimes she reads. She says it’s where she talks to Phillip. She calls him her spirit guide. That’s a special angel. He watches over us and helps us to do the right thing.

Mom says we all have a spirit guide. Daisy’s mine. She used to live here before me. When she crossed the rainbow bridge she came and found me. She told me Mom needed a doggy. That’s me, a doggy.

The room has a big chair in it. That’s where Mom sits when she’s writing. And there’s a table with a lamp on it. There’s also the table Mom calls the altar. It has a candle on it that Mom lights before we sit down. The altar also has feathers on it and pictures and a bundle that smells funny and other stuff Mom calls sacred. I’m not allowed on that table, but I can sniff.

The room also has my favorite thing in it. That’s the pad we sit on. We get to do that when Mom stops writing. Mom doesn’t really sit on the pad most days. She sits on a little bench. She puts her feet under the little bench. Her knees are right near me.

Mom’s really, really quiet when we’re on the pad. She calls it our meditation pad. It’s so quiet I can hear Mom breathe. Then she gets even more quiet. I have to listen real good so I can hear her. And make sure she’s alive. That’s my job. To take care of Mom. Even if it means being real quiet. Even if I’d rather be playing ball.

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Are You Receiving Gifts or Trying to Learn Lessons?

People have told me that Planet Earth is a school, and we are here to learn our lessons. I disagree. I believe we are here to love. That’s it. Just to love.  When we love, we see all that comes to us as a gift. It is in receiving the gifts—instead of learning a lesson—that we learn more about love and about life. 

This is not to say that we never have anything to learn. Quite the contrary. We should be life-long learners, but at some point, we need to graduate from school and become adult learners. As long as we are in school, our mindset keeps us as students with a teacher in front of the classroom teaching us. As we graduate, we allow our own wisdom to be our teacher. We learn to listen to ourselves as well as the wisdom of a multitude of others including nature, animals, books, and certainly those humans who have gone before us on the path we now tread. We let go of the need to learn and do it right and instead we learn to just be, receiving the gifts and relishing in the excitement of each moment.

Daily, I see so many with tears falling from the deepest of heart breaks from grief or betrayals.  As we look at the deeper meaning of the pain, we are able to see beyond any lesson and find the true gifts. A lover’s betrayal often opens the heart to greater love by setting the one in pain on an inward journey, seeking the spiritual path and truly uniting with the Beloved, which then heals the pain by allowing us to understand—and accept—the truth and the limitations of the human beloved. When we are able to see the one who we perceive as hurting us as an instrument to help us remember the truth of who we are—a being of love—we are able to see the heartbreak as a gift and the giver of that gift as a soul mate with whom we made an agreement: “Come walk me lest I forget who I truly am.”

If we are caught in lessons, we keep asking ourselves what we are trying to learn and may miss the gifts of the time we spent together. When we seek the gift instead of the lesson, we see how one action that may have been hurtful to us actually led us to a place that was for our betterment and gave us the greater gift of something that turned out to be so much more than what we once had.

Again, this is not to say there is nothing for us to learn. Certainly, when our hearts are broken, we want to ask ourselves what is our part in the heartbreak. Perhaps we need to choose more wisely, to be more discerning. But if we stay stuck in always learning our lessons, we often miss the gifts that await us. Instead of celebrating the gifts of the situation, we get caught in bemoaning that we didn’t learn our lesson the first time and are once again in a situation that causes us grief.

Words have power. They interact with our physical and emotional health.  They propel us forward or hold us back. They build us up with confidence and surety or they tear us down in blame and insecurity.

Lessons. Yes, we all have things to learn throughout our lifetime, but there comes a time in each of our lives when we are allowed to walk away from school and live in the celebration of the gifts of who we are and all that life holds for us.

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Creating Happiness Grooves

Think of unhappiness as a groove worn into your brain from a constant flow of unhappy thoughts like a creek worn from water erosion. As humans, we tend to return to the familiar, even if the familiar is painful. By now, you may have a Grand Canyon of unhappiness patterns that you fall back into without even realizing it. The good news is that once you stop digging the unhappiness groove deeper and create a new pattern of happiness then happiness becomes the familiar groove and is easier to access and fall into.

To create happiness grooves, first become aware of the grooves you are creating—happiness or unhappiness. Happiness begins with our desire to be happy, and like most things in life, happiness comes to us as we seek it out. We most likely must do a bit of work to find it though.

Try this: On a sheet of notebook paper, write down a reason you have to be happy. If you can’t find a reason to be happy, start with a reason to be grateful. It can be as simple as being happy—or grateful—that you can read this publication or that you have a bed to sleep in, or that someone smiled at you today, or that you had toilet paper, or that…you get the idea. Once you have completed the first reason you have to be happy, continue to a second reason, a third, fourth and so on.

When a reason for unhappiness comes to mind—and it will—turn the paper over and write down that reason for unhappiness, and then immediately turn the paper over again and continue writing down reasons why you are—or should be—happy.

At first you may not feel particularly gleeful about your reasons for happiness. But as you continue to write, you’ll notice a lifting of your mood. Keep writing until you actually feel light, happy, and maybe even become positively giddy.

Remember these reasons for happiness when you fall into the groove of unhappiness. Or,

  1. Write your reasons for being happy on small, individual pieces of paper,
  2. Fold once
  3. Put them into a jar (You can add more happiness ideas anytime)
  4. When needed pull out one of the pieces of paper
  5. Read it and smile

If needed, pull out a second piece of paper or more until you do smile even if you’re smiling at yourself for needing to pull out so many pieces of paper.

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Piper Goes to the Doggy Wash

I heard Mom on the phone. She was talking to Auntie Allison. And I heard the word bath. DOGGY BATH! Oh no! I barked and barked at Mom. “I don’t need a bath, Mom! I don’t.” I told her over and over. But she didn’t listen. I needed to go hide.

Guess I’m not very good at hiding from Mom. I don’t like to get very far away from Mom. So I ran behind her to hide. She looked over her shoulder and found me. She turned around and petted my head. Then she wrapped her arms around me. “We’re going to go have fun,” she told me. I knew better.

Auntie Allison met us at the Doggy Wash. She had two doggies with her. I was watching one of her doggies when Mom picked me up. Whoosh! She put me down into a really really deep tub. I tried to climb out. But she wouldn’t let me.

Then I heard the most worsted sound ever. Water poured all over me. It poured and poured. Mom got me all wet. If that wasn’t bad enough, she added soap to the water. And rubbed it all over me. She rubbed and rubbed. At least she talked to me the whole time.

Okay, I admit it felt good. I didn’t even talk back.

Then Mom pulled down a tube that made wind. And blew all that wind on me. It was scary at first. Then it felt kind of good. I didn’t tell Mom that. Instead, I looked at her with big sad eyes. Those are my begging eyes. “Let me out of here!” I pleaded with her. But she ignored me. At least for a few more minutes.

Then Mom wrapped me in a big, soft towel. And she held me really really close. And she petted me and talked to me. She told me what a good girl I am. And she promised me a treat when we got back to the car.

Mom’s hugs and pets feel really good. And I like hearing what a good girl I am. And I’m going to get a treat! I guess the doggy bath is okay.

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Intuition, Be Here Now, and Mindfulness

Flashes of intuition often come when we least expect them, but to receive them we must be present for ourselves. As Ram Dass said back in the 1970s, “Be here now.” But what does that mean? Here’s an article I wrote that helps explain.

We wear a lot of different hats in our lives—living mini lives within our bigger life; lives that make up the fullness of who we are—mother or father, wife or husband, daughter or son, employee or employer, housekeeper and gardener, caretaker of  children/pets/parents. We need our appointment books and electronic calendars to remind us of where we need to be and when we need to be there; what task we need to be attending to at any given time. It seems to me with so much going on the only way we can exist with any amount of sanity is to stay in the present moment—to be here NOW.

“Be here now,” the phrase coined to represent being fully present and engaged in your life by Ram Dass back in 1971 in his book with the same title— Be Here Now. It was a good book then. It’s still a good book. Today we call it mindfulness.

I’m on my second copy of Be Here Now, the first, with its tattered edges and worn pages, long since gone to someone else’s bookshelf. I no longer remember to whom I gave the book, but I always remembered the book, so a dozen years or so ago I picked up another copy. It doesn’t have as much character. Its edges aren’t tattered or are the pages worn. I haven’t needed the book to remind me to stay in the now the way I did when I was younger. As I’ve grown older, I’ve grown a bit and become more adapt at reminding myself to stay present, to be mindful. But I remember, oh how I remember, that first copy of Ram Dass’ book and the revelation it was to me.

I was a part-time hippie then. I lived in California. And I was a seeker. By day I put on my corporate suit and wrote copy for a small publishing firm. We specialized in books on marketing and how to make money. Napolean Hill’s book Think and Grow Rich had a big influence on us although he wasn’t one of our authors. Mainly we published the owner’s books and his theories on how to market products to the masses. It was a fun job with an office full of friends. The owner, who taught part time at a couple major California universities, even had me fill in for him on occasion because I had taught school for a couple years in Ohio before I became a part-time hippie and headed off to California. The owner didn’t know I was a hippie. Had he known, he never would have let me stand in front of his students—half of who were older than me and the other half who looked older—and impart to them the information I had memorized from reading his books.

I got fully into teaching, the same way I got into writing. Both activities required me to be completely present in the now, but at the time I didn’t realize this being fully present in the moment was what Ram Dass was talking about. I hadn’t yet attended a single Buddhist retreat or listened to a Buddhist talk about mindfulness.

I was still trying to figure it all out, so it was the weekends I lived for—the long days when we jumped on the motorcycles and flew along the California freeways, stopping at friends or the homes of people we met on the road. We didn’t need much sleep. We were young. We’d spend the night passing joints while words poured forth and our minds—if somewhat stoned—were filled with new expressions and concepts we were certain no one else had ever thought of.  I’m sure some of our ideas were slightly delusional in our marijuana-filled psyche, but some of our thoughts were . . . well . . . deep and full of exploration of human potential. That’s where Ram Dass and Be Here Now come in.

It was a new concept, and we latched on. We dug in, lit another joint, and analyzed every word. How can you plan for a future and be here now? What about yesterday’s memories? If I’m sitting here now and only thinking about my big toe, does that mean I’m here now? Am I here now if I’m thinking? Is being here now beyond thinking? Is it just experiencing?  “Hey man, let it go, let it all go. That’s being here now.”

It’s only now—so many years later—that I realize how much time we did spend in the now, in the present moment. In the moments of our analyzing and arguing, we were alive in the moment. In our gliding down the freeway on two wheels, we were living in the now. In the time we spent touching the minds and hearts and bodies of each other, we were fully present in the now. In the time I spent writing and teaching, I was fully engaged in each moment. It was only when we stopped living and tried to be in the now that we failed. It was only when we stopped engaging the fullness of who we were in that moment of time that we stopped being in the now.

I didn’t realize that then, didn’t realize that being in the now is being fully engaged with your life in the moment, regardless of what that moment brings. We spend much of our lives in the now. Life forces us to. It forces us when we are blowing kisses on a child’s tears, when we are answering the questions of a student, when a car is coming at us on the wrong side of the road, when we twist an ankle on steps and need to right ourselves, when we are awed by a sunset, when. . .  when . . . in a thousand ways life forces us to be present in the moment, to be here now. And when life is not forcing us to be in the now, it allows us to be in the now if we accept the gift of the present moment—each and every moment.

It is in these moments of mindfulness, of being in the now, that we have clarity of the true majesty of life. It is then we know that we are the beauty itself. We are our own wave and we are the ocean.

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Mom’s Vroom Machine

Mom makes me stay inside when she’s riding her vroom machine. She calls it Johnny Jean. I call it her vroom machine. It’s noisy. And dangerous, Mom says. That’s why I have to stay inside when it’s making its noise.

I have to stay inside forever. Well maybe not forever. But it sure seems like it. We have a big yard. That’s because of the meadow. And the lane. And the yard around the house. And the circle. And the…you get it. Mom spends a long long time on the vroom machine.

Mom says that noisy machine makes the grass shorter. I wish the grass would grow really long. That would be fun. But Mom wouldn’t like that. So she uses the vroom machine and makes the grass really really short.

The only grass Mom doesn’t cut is in the woods. That’s because all the trees are in the way. I don’t like the woods. It’s scary. That’s where the fairies live. They play tricks on me. Like if I leave a toy outside the fairies will steal it. And food! I can’t leave any food outside. Ok, ok I wouldn’t leave any food behind. But Andy Cat does. And the fairies eat it all up.

Mom doesn’t take the vroom machine over part of the big circle. Mom calls it a labyrinth. It’s a path of seven circles. Each circle gets smaller and smaller. I can’t run through the tall parts of grass and flowers. But I can run along the path the vroom machine makes. That’s even more fun than walking behind Mom.

Mom told me it’s a sacred walk. Humans walk the big circle because they don’t know they’re sacred. I’m a doggy. I can run and run and have fun in the big circle. That ‘cause I already know I’m sacred.

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An Easy Way to Find Right Answers

Recently, when shopping for a pair of sneakers, I had to excuse myself to get past a woman and her daughter who were blocking the aisle. The daughter was trying on several pairs of sneakers, and the mother looked a bit worn.  We exchanged a few pleasantries, and then I went on my way to find my sneakers, which I did rather quickly.

On my way back down the aisle to the cash register, the mother saw the sneakers in my arms. “Did you find what you wanted already?” she asked.

“I did,” I said.

“I wish she could find hers that quickly,” the mother said pointing to her daughter. “She can’t make up her mind.”

“Would you like me to show you an easy way to help you make the right decision?” I asked.

“Yes!” they said in unison.

I showed them an easy muscle test that they could do right there in the store, something anyone can do too wherever you are—in a board room, at a patient’s bedside, or in a shoe store. Muscle testing is a way to override our conscious thoughts that are whipping around in our thinking mind to reach into our intuitive mind and give us a clear yes or no answer.

Suppose you’re in an important meeting. Your gut instinct tells you that you should speak up, but then you begin to question yourself. Use the following easy muscle test to help you decide whether the time is right to speak up.

The keys are—

  • Clarity with the question, and
  •  Knowing how your body responds to answers.

The question must be one that can be answered with a yes or no, and it must be clearly stated. An unclear question might be, “Which pair of sneakers is the best for me?” A clearer question would be, “Is this pair of sneakers the right ones for my feet?”  You can also ask the same question in different ways. “Will my feet be happy with these sneakers?” or “Are these the sneakers I’ll be happy with?”

You can also ask the opposite question for even more clarity. Are these sneakers wrong for me? You should then get the opposite answer you received when you ask if the sneakers are right for you.

Once you have your question ready, make a circle with the index finger and thumb of your left hand. Then do the same with the index finger of your right hand, locking the right finger-thumb circle inside the left finger-thumb circle. You’ll end up with a figure 8 lying on its side or an infinity symbol.

Now ask your fingers to show you yes. Then try to pull your fingers apart. For most people, your fingers will not come apart. Now ask your fingers to show you no. Then try to pull your fingers apart. For most people, your fingers will come apart. Not to worry if your fingers stay together for no and pull apart for yes. That’s normal for you. Also, don’t worry if some days your fingers do the opposite. That’s why it’s wise to test every time.

The idea is once you ask the question, you’re going to try to pull your fingers apart. Your fingers may or may not come apart, depending on whether the answer is yes or no. If you’re in a meeting, you can put your hands under the table for privacy.

You want to make sure that you are aware of how your body answers. Until you are certain of how your fingers respond, it’s wise to practice several times.

If you are asking a question about an object, such as asking if these are the right pair of sneakers, have the object close to you. For example, wear the sneakers. Make sure there’s clarity with what you are asking and the object the question refers to. Next, ask the question and try to pull your fingers apart. If the answer isn’t clear, rephrase the question and ask again.

This may take a little practice, but most people pick it up fairly easy. It’s a great way to override your busy mind and find the best answer whether when buying new sneakers, wondering which tactic to take in a sales call, which treatment is best for the patient, or which line is the fastest in the grocery line.

For more muscle tests (3 Easy Muscle Tests to Find Intuitive Answers) click this link: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UoVjeVtbsRI

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Piper’s Saved by Uncle Michael

Mom left me all by myself. All alone. But my Uncle Michael saved me. Yea!

Uncle Michael knew I was in the house all by myself. And very, very lonely. So, he came to save me. He gave me lots and lots of hugs. He let me go outside. And he played with me. We had a really, really fun day.

He told me stories. They were about Murphy. That’s his dog. I met Murphy one time. He was a puppy then. And he was lots bigger than me. Now, he’s a year old. And he’s even bigger than Uncle Michael. Well, maybe not bigger than Uncle Michael. But Murphy’s big. I mean really, really big.

We played tag and catch the ball. We laughed and talked to each other. He hugged me lots and lots. And he gave me lots and lots of pats on the head and rubbed me all over.

I like the stories about Murphy. I like stories about doggies. And how happy they are. And how happy the humans make us doggies when they play with us and hug us. Happy doggy stories are the bestest-best stories ever.

I’m happy Uncle Michael told me stories about Murphy. And I’m happy he came to play with me. He made me really really happy. I hope he comes back to play again real soon.

I’m happy that Uncle Michael has Murphy to play with him when I can’t. Every human needs a doggie to hug and play with.

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Listen to Yourself . . . Really

This article is from a few years ago, but worth repeating. The gift (or lesson if you perfer) of paying attention to my intuition stays with me today.

Listen to Yourself . . . Really Those small whisperings of wisdom may save you from yourself.

A few weeks ago, while raking leaves, I told myself to check the house key I keep hidden just to make sure it was still there. Of course, it would be there, I reasoned. I’ve never moved it, so why wouldn’t it be there? Now, reason is not my top priority when it comes to listening to myself, intuition is. Sometimes though, like when I’m down-to-the-grindstone-busy and tired from a day of yard work, I chose reason over intuition.

I’m a bit ashamed to say this psychic didn’t listen to her own intuition that day or take the advice I’ve given countless others. I didn’t check for the hidden house key. I just assumed that it was where I had hidden it years before and never had cause to use it, because I’ve never—never—locked myself out.  At least not until the next day.

Feeling a bit under the weather from overdoing the leaf raking, I had about all I could take of staring at the computer screen while coughing, sneezing, and quickly using up a box of tissues that served to make my nose red.  I decided fresh air would do me good, so I bundled up and headed out for a walk with the dogs.  We weren’t going far, just down the lane for the mail and across the field to the meadow and back. There was no reason to lock the door, so I didn’t.

The fresh air did help me breathe easier and un-muddle my brain a bit. Fortunately, it had warmed up from the morning’s icy rain and the wind was quiet. Still, it was cold, and even though I looked more like a penguin than a person, I nonetheless was chilled and most grateful to be rounding up the dogs and heading inside. The only problem was I couldn’t get inside. The door was locked, and I didn’t have a key.

This didn’t make sense to me. I hadn’t locked the door. Of that I was certain, but nonetheless the door was locked. I had gone out through the garage door, something I do several times a day. It never dawned on me to make sure the door was unlocked. There are two locks on the door, but the only one I have ever used is the top lock, a deadbolt, which takes a key. The bottom lock doesn’t, so I’ve never used it precisely because it would be too easy to accidently lock myself out by turning the button wrong.  But by some twist of it’s-far-beyond-me-to-understand, the bottom lock was locked. The door handle wouldn’t even turn, not one fraction of an inch. I was locked out.

Frustration had not yet started to build. I’d just use the key I had hidden outside. I was grumbling a little when I went to fetch the hidden key. I was ready to be inside with a hot cup of tea in my hand. I bent over and reached deep into the hiding place. But there was no key. My mind couldn’t comprehend that, wouldn’t comprehend. No key. Panic was starting to roar up as the realization of my predicament came to me like a herd of deer running away from a gunshot. I was locked out, I didn’t have a back-up plan, and a storm was on its way.

Here I was outside in the increasing cold with no way to get in. I wanted to break down in tears, but that wasn’t going to get me inside. No, I had to come up with an answer and fast. The wind was whipping up and my chill was deepening. I was also beating up on myself for not listening to my intuition the day before when I told myself to check on the hidden key.

Fortunately, I had my cell phone, and I wasn’t the only person with a key to my house. The pet sitter was only 15 minutes down the road. All worked out well, and within 30 minutes I was inside with that hot cup of tea.

I never did figure out how the lock got locked, or what happened to the once hidden key. I did make a promise to myself that in the future I will always—always—listen to those small whisperings of wisdom that have guided my life safely over many a peril that I dig myself into. I have listened and been thankful I have done so many, many times.

I suggest you do the same—Listen to Yourself.

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Piper’s Jobs

I have lots of jobs. I like all my jobs. They’re fun. Sometimes they wear me out. That’s why I have to take lots of naps.

One of my favorite jobs is to take Mom for a walk every day. We walk down the lane for the mail. We walk over to the creek. Sometimes we walk out into the meadow. Sometimes we walk the labyrinth. Sometimes Mom walks into the woods. I’m scared of the woods. That’s where scaries live. So, Mom doesn’t go far.

Sometimes we get in Blue Knight. That’s our car. And we go far away and walk with Rusty, my doggy friend. Or sometimes we walk with one of my human friends. Sometimes it’s just Mom and me walking through a town or along a path.

Taking Mom for walks is a good job. I like watching over her.

I also like helping Mom get her exercise. That’s when we play ball. It’s a good job. Mom gets good exercise when she throws my ball. And she gets to run after me sometimes to see who catches the ball first. I always win.

I have to help Mom make the bed every morning. That’s a fun job too. Sometimes I help Mom take the blanket and all the sheets off the bed. That’s even more fun. I curl up in the blanket and roll around. That’s when Mom pets me all over. Then she makes me get off the bed. I still help her even if I’m on the floor.

 Mom throws the sheets way up to the ceiling. We watch them fall down. It’s fun. They spread all the way over the bed. It’s magic. Then I follow Mom all around the bed. We go to one corner then go all around the bed. From corner to corner to corner. Then she throws the quilt way up in the air. Just like the sheets. More magic!

Mom always pats my head and thanks me for being such a good helper. I am.

My favorite job is to clean my bowl. After I eat, I have to lick my bowl until all the food is gone, and the bowl is clean. I mean really, really clean. Mom always tells me what a good job I’ve done. That means a lot. I feel loved when Mom tells me I’ve done a good job. That’s why it’s my favorite job.

Well, maybe feeling loved makes it my favorite.  And I really, really love my food.

Okay, I’m all worn out now. Writing my stories is my biggest job. Mom says my stories make people smile. I hope you like my stories. I hope they make you smile like Mom says they do.

See you after my nap…and the next job.

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