conversations with my dog


I am not in a body, yet I live. Here, there are no boundaries or limits. To know what it feels like to be without a body, think of joy. Imagine having arms large enough to take in the whole sunset. Multiply that beyond imagination, that's how it feels. Without a body there is no fear. Here, there are multitudes. We are all pure spirit. 

My earthly home is just a place. It was once important to me because the person I love was there; now it is just a place.
I have created parts of it to visit in spirit. My journey is not done. I still have many lessons to learn, especially patience and forgiveness. These lessons are easier to learn in a dog's body. By and large, dogs are better at patience and forgiveness than people, but we are still not perfect.
It is my hope to be with you again.
We are all one family, but we all have smaller groups of souls with whom we have traveled in many lifetimes and with whom we have many obligations, debts, and lessons. When I come to a clear understanding of my own path of growth, that will be my time of decision. Lessons we don't choose; our path we choose.

The more people who know we are not just "dumb animals," the better. Humans are a strange lot. They need to be healed.
When humans look at an animal it is much more important not to see the physical being in front of you but to open your heart.
I receive and return your love. When you do that, when you receive and return love, you are close to the truth.

Everyone is a part of everyone else.
It is important that humans know to go softly. It's about understanding and valuing every step. Stepping gently, and at the same time never
taking it too seriously. Understanding is not as important as valuing. Value every step. 

The Earth is turning and the seasons are changing. We used to like walking together when the leaves were turning and when the snow was falling. Now that I am not in a body, I hope you will do this for yourself because in doing it for yourself, you do it for me, too.


from The Daisy Sutra by Helen Weaver,
Buddha Rock Press, Woodstock NY, 2001, e-mail
Reprinted with permission of the author.