12-5-22 Living your purpose by Sam the zen puppy.
As a Labrador retriever I feel naturally drawn to certain things. I feel incredibly happy, joyful and in my flow when I am doing stuff that is my purpose. Mum says this is because I get a treat inside my brain called doggy-mine or something like that.
I am wired to love water, any water, from a fetid puddle to my mum’s steaming bathtub. I don’t know why particularly, it just is…..I feel connected to my ancestors even though I didn’t know them.
It feels soooooo good when I get to do what I’m here to do.
Like carrying things, I’m really good at carrying things, I carry dad’s gum boots, mums undies off the washing line and my absolute favourite….. a pine cone. Oh how I love carrying a pine cone!
I feel all dog, I feel I am living my purpose.
Mum just loves seeing the joy in me as I do what I love when I run bouncily free, ears a flap, tail up carrying a pine cone or stick.
It’s funny it seems that when I am living my purpose it brings other joy too? Maybe it reminds them to do the same?
I’m not good at digging holes, or running real fast after things, or biting people like some other canines nor at making beautiful art like the spiders, sweet music like the birds, or yummy soil like the worms.
This doesn’t mean there is anything wrong with me, they are just not my purpose.
My sense of purpose may change over the years too, but right now my purpose is to be by my mum’s side on the couch.
just being with.
I don’t need to do anything; my presence and love is all that matters. This too is very much a purpose.
To love and be with.
I haven’t been blogging for a while I know; I have been focusing on my inner pup and to be honest my writer has been a little distracted.
I am very grown up now, I have had my second birthday already. I have been enjoying being part of the Mindfulness North Canterbury mindfulness retreats, offering people my uncensored love and presence. Have you been on a Labrador assisted mindfulness retreat?
I have made friends with Basil the cat….finally. When he was feeling unwell recently, I was there for him, with my loving licks and bouncy bottom. I know what it feels like to not feel well and be scared.
We may be very different in what we like and want (although we both like his cat biscuits a lot) but we have found a way to put our differences aside to find a way to connect.
We do have some communication misunderstandings; it seems wagging of tails is not the same for cats? We keep trying though to find a way to understand each other and how we see the world based on our own past experiences and make up. We stay curious with each other.
We have some clear boundaries of what is ok for us (well Basil does anyway)
We try to understand each other, acknowledging we come from different places (and species). We also have a lot in common, we both love food, want to be loved, and want to feel safe and connected.
We share a love for sunny spots, log burners, beds, yoga mats and couches too. When we are fearful, it is harder to connect and remember our common ground.
Time for a nap on that couch I think …..Sam the zen puppy