The Furious Spinner

I spent most of Saturday outside making flower essences: daisy and poppy. Right before I began, I was walking down my front steps to go to the car, and a shadow passed overhead. It was a big shadow, so I looked up. An immature bald eagle was flying over me, just yards above the top of my head which is all of five feet off the ground. In all the years I've lived here I've never seen a bald eagle in town (except down by the creek), and I've never had one fly so close to me. I was in awe. I thanked the gorgeous creature, and then I got to work.

I have been madly crazy in love with poppies for years, so I was quite ecstatic hanging out with them part of the day. I meditated with them: It seemed to be all about communion. Pure worship. Dressing up in love of the sky. What a thing that would be, eh? Just to worship without knowledge. Let the mystery be. You see something beautiful and you're just all out in love, in worship, in communion. (I understand that. I do that nearly every day.) It's all about the love, baby. And speaking of love, the daisies were all about love, but on a more personal level. Not worship. Homegrown these-are-my-peeps kind of love. When you see a field of daisies don't you want to lie down in it? Ahhhhh!

While I was working on the essences, I thought about Abby, a chocolate lab my friends Barbara and Paul had recently adopted. She was abused by her previous owners, and now she barked a lot and got hostile when new people came to the house or she saw other people on the trail. I thought I'd try a flower essence on her. Then I got the crazy idea of doing some faery doctoring on her. I called my friend and asked her what she thought. She was very excited. I did a journey, got some information, then put together a dosage bottle of flower essences: daisy, sage, and rosemary.

We went over to their house for dinner and cards Saturday night. As Mario and I came into the house, Abby was barking, but I reached out my hand to her and began love-talking her. I put my hand on her head and did a bit of Reiki—my experience is that Reiki always calms dogs—while I love-talked her. She immediately stopped barking and seemed to go into a state of bliss. I did a couple of things that I'd learned to do on my journey. Then I put the flower essences on my palm. I held out my hand so she could sniff it, which she did. Then I asked her to lick my hand, which she did. I asked her to lick it again, and she did. She seemed to understand exactly what I wanted her to do. I held her and love-talked her some more. For the rest of the evening she was calm—and at my feet. We were deeply in love, of course, connected by this understanding that things can really really suck but then they can be really really beyondo mondo glorious. All of you who have followed my exploits with dogs over the last three years know what an amazing thing this all was.

Mario said it was amazing how “freaky” she was and then she calmed right down. It seemed obvious to him that we became immediate best buds—although the important thing will be if this calmness, this trust, can transfer to “new” strangers.

I had met Abby several times before, by the way. They adopted her in April. Earlier in the day I had stopped by, and she barked at me and would not stop. So the difference was marked. I visited her on Sunday, and she was still calm around me. When we went outside, she romped around happily, seemingly secure in us and her surroundings.

Wouldn’t that be funny if I became the faery doctor doolittle? Life is full of little ironies. 1 comments

1 Comments:

Wonderful. I've seen dogs take in reiki - amazing to watch; a friend of mine did a treatment on a young Mastiff with congenital dysplasia who was in pain all the time - his gratitude and amazement was so huge he cried and put his head in her lap afterwards. Very moving to see him so comforted.

By  Theriomorph, at 7:41 AM  

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