It was an atypical Saturday to say the least.
We had two major blizzards and multiple days without power and unfortunately, my 13 year old daughter had been sick for almost a full week which included an emergency room visit and a diagnosed with influenza B.
I don’t know about you, but around my area everyone has been so sick!
Due to those storms, I was unaware that the dog’s electrical fence wasn’t working. But my Tibetan terrier, Indiana Jones, was acutely aware that it wasn’t working! Outside he sat in wait for “Izzy” the golden retriever who was not his favorite passer by.
Usually I am aware of the time that Izzy is walked by to ensure Indy comes in the house to allow for a peaceful passage for my neighbors. But I was focused on caring for my daughter and unaware until I noticed Indy running full throttle back and forth from the front of the side yard to the back; barking like it was Armageddon and he was the alarm for the whole dang world.
It was then I saw that Indy began to push so closely through the electric fence barrier, I watched with anticipation and waited for him to back up, thinking he was taking a little jolt to prove his point, but he didn’t stop; he didn’t get a jolt and he knew it in an instant and so did I. He was off!
I began running for the front door, in my paisley pink crop pant pajamas and lite pink sleep sweater and my leopard print pink and black fussy slippers, (that’s an image for you) running down the slope of the front yard to the edge of the street. By the time I got there screaming “Indiana Jones, Stop!! Get into your yard” at a high pitch, screech, high enough to crack glass. My stinking dog had Izzy by the neck!
Then it happened. Somehow I tripped, flew through the air with out the greatest of ease and fell so hard between the two dogs, that I believe the ground shook, and on the way down I grabbed my dog by the collar. (If it was videoed I sure I would be the newest winner of America’s Funniest Videos)
Indy seemed to stop, mouth open looking at me in mid air like I was the one with the issue. By the nap of his neck I forced him to the ground, he’s lucky I didn’t do something else!
I didn’t noticed I was bleeding or that when I hit the pavement so hard it was my tailbone smacking the cement, I was solely concerned for Izzy and my neighbor, and stopping my nasty dog! (thank goodness he’s so darn cute)
I literally flew into the dogfight.
Separating the two dogs in a blur of pink paisley.
Sometimes in life our adrenaline kicks in and off we go!
Running full throttle to solve a life crisis and fall smack dab in the middle of the fight.
Flying within mid air and landing hard, leaving us battered and bleeding.
My infertility journeys made me feel like that numerous times, landing hard into heartbreak.
Then a high conflict divorce, which still rattles the earth, reminding me how hard the land is.
So let me ask you this: What do you do when you have a hard landing?
What I know for sure is that it is the inner dialogue that will make or break us after a hard landing. Do you instantly criticize yourself? Go straight to the nasty negative inner self- talk?
Hard landing requires TLC after care:
After my less than graceful landing and limping back into the house I had a few harsh words for myself. Then stopped and began administering some TLC that began with Positive Self Talk. I think most of the time the Dog Fight we are thrown in is the one with ourselves.
Whisper sweetness to yourself first and the outward conversation to others will follow suit.
“There is no outside of you. It’s all an inside game.” Adyashanti