I dreamt last night that I was on my way to see my doctor. I took my little white dog, Christy, with me. I left her in the car. So at today’s Guided Imagery/Tai Chi Event, we were asked too call forth an image to work with. An image from a dream or an event in real life. So I chose the image of Christy in the car. What could that mean?

I dream of her quite often, and also of our large collie/shep dog named Wendy. I think that the dream could be pointing out that it’s time for me to let my frisky little self accompany me more often, instead of locking her in the car.

When I got home, I got a sweet invitation from someone inviting me to kirtan next month. I think I will go, think I will take the little dog with me. I am doing tai chi, maybe I can do kirtan as well. Whaddya think?

 
Love Dogs ~by Rumi

One night a man was crying,


Allah! Allah!


His lips grew sweet with the praising,


until a cynic said,


”So! I have heard you


calling out,
but have you ever

gotten any response?”



The man had no answer to that.

He quit praying and fell into a confused sleep.


He dreamed he saw Khidr, the guide of souls,

in a thick, green foliage.



”Why did you stop praising?”


“Because I’ve never heard anything back.”

“This longing you express is the return message.”


The grief you cry out from


draws you toward union.


Your pure sadness

 that wants help

is the secret cup.


Listen to the moan of a dog for its master.
T
hat whining is the connection.


There are love-dogs


no one knows the names of.


Give your life

 to be one of them.