Gratitude for Consciousness

At the current time, many people are obsessing and feeling paranoid about how bad things in the world are. That makes it even more important to offer a powerful blessing by filling the ether with gratitude, both for the big events we have encountered in recent years and for all the little things we have a tendency to take for granted.

It is important to step back from what we perceive as problematic and scary and think in terms of the planet's spiritual growth as well as our own. There are many things for which to be thankful. How wondrous to be privileged to share in the illumination process of the planet Earth. How wondrous to be able to recognise and acknowledge the flow of divinity within the mundane and within each other. How exciting that we are the privileged who hold the vision for a new Earth. There is so much to celebrate, so much to appreciate and so much to marvel. We can celebrate the balance we are bringing into our own lives as well as that of the planet.

While the problems of the Earth may appear out of control at the present time, it is important for each one who is living and experiencing on the planet at the present time to accept responsibility for what is going on. While it might be tempting to blame others for our predicament, this is not the answer. As we view the apparent mess that is presenting itself for solutions at this time, it is tempting to try to find just who is to blame and then mentally try to convict those we deem guilty. Again, this is not the answer. In fact, it is more of the same old patriarchal energy the stimulated the arising of these problems in the first place.

Because so many of the models we observe and pattern our lives after continue to persist in the blame game it may, at times, be tempting for our egos to fall into the same pattern. After all, it may attempt to reason, if we can just find the guilty party, that person could be held accountable and life could go on in a better fashion. While it may be tempting to access blame to a person or group of people we deem guilty of social crimes against the planet, doing this misses a very important point: They are all parts of us.

The truth is, all the problems of Earth belong to all people of Earth. This means that each one of us must bear some of the responsibility for all of the problems we perceive. It cannot be otherwise. All those attempts (in our minds) to separate ourselves from all those we see as guilty only serves to exacerbate the problem. Additionally, it robs us of the internal space for thanksgiving and contributes to the relative lack of balance seen in the world today.

The absence of balance that fosters the non-clarity and distorting motivations that have brought about this current crisis has arisen from the collective mental conglomerate of the human race and simply cannot be pinned on a few select individuals. This is true no matter how harshly we judge the few.

It is tempting to slip into victimhood here. However, the truth lies in the fact that we are not victims. While this may be somewhat difficult to let in, facing and embodying this truth can help us cut through that non-clarity and distortional thinking and projecting. The ramifications of the predicaments may appear to be paralyzing in certain economic sectors and may seem difficult to deal with in conventional reality, but the old patriarchal habits will offer neither solution nor solace.

Facing our difficulties, if we are paying attention, will help us notice that the moment is ripe with possibility. This is something for which we can be quite grateful. If a solution is to be found, it will come about as a result of consciously viewing old patterns with fresh eyes and seeing the possibilities that have not previously been seen.

Spiritual Growth

I want to tell you about Arty, my Tibetan Spaniel. In dog years he is 14 which, when you do the math, makes him in human years a very wise 98 year old. I became guardian of this beautiful soul when he was 3 years old. At that point in his life he was far from being as stable and wise as he has become.

He had been a show dog, a Champion. His handler had not liked him and during our first few years together, I questioned the treatment he had received. He was frightened of many things. Thunder, lightening, cameras, and people were terrifying to him. He would jump into my arms and shake.

The other quality that he was lacking was courage. He wanted everything to be the same and was extremely rigid about trying new things. He would even pass up a morsel of meat if it was something new. If someone new (human or canine) came into his personal space he would high-tail it out of there. It evoked in me a strong need to protect him.

I had never considered the parallel of personal evolvement and spiritual growth for dogs with the development we go through as humans. You know how we are constantly being given lessons that we can ignore (and they just come back in a larger form) or work through and on the other side we have arrived at an entirely new level?

Arty’s growth seemed at first to be about coming to grips with his external world. He had to adjust to his new home, new caretaker, another dog (Hobbit) and a whole new life. This took him a while and I began to notice the more comfortable he became and familiarly settled in, the more his personality began to show.

He started to relax and come out of his shell. He became comfortable being alone in a room and not having to follow Hobbit or me around. On our walks he began to venture out on his own while he kept a close eye on me. He started showing his soft lovable side and became quite a wonderful snuggler.

Then he discovered a passion for music. When my string quartet would come to the house to play, Arty would plant himself in the middle of the music stands and not get up or even move for the entire two and a half hours we played. Everyone looked forward to coming to my house because they knew how much Arty loved music.

Just as Arty was coming into his own, Hobbit (who was 18 years old in dog years) lost her hearing and sight over a few months period of time. She was a terrier mix and lived to go for walks. Having no hearing or sight did not deter her urge to run so I began taking them to parks that were fenced in.

This was an amazing transformational time for Arty. All of a sudden, he took on being Hobbit’s eyes and ears. When we went for walks he would herd her and keep her close to me. He kept up with her terrier pace and kept her safe. At home he would lay right beside her and then help guide her when she got up in whatever direction was appropriate.

Arty’s relationship with Hobbit began to feel like a spiritual awakening. The love he had for her was enormous and just continued to grow. He was totally present to her and right in the moment. As I watched him take on this new position, I saw a total change in his personality. His openness increased his trust, courage, power and his entire being.


When the day came for me to get Hobbit put to sleep, we took one last walk among the daffodils on a beautiful spring afternoon. I knew Arty had to be in the room with us and fortunately my veterinarian came to the house. The moment Hobbit was gone Arty jumped onto the couch and put his little head on Hobbit and let out a howling moan. I couldn’t stop sobbing.

He took Hobbit’s death very hard. In fact, I think it took him about four years and moving to a new area of the country where there were no reminders of her before he started feeling happy again. In the meantime I acquired two more Tibetan Spaniels. Arty wanted nothing to do with his sisters. He only wanted Hobbit and I had brought the wrong girls home.

It was as though his heart was broken. A couple of years after Hobbit’s death we discovered through a doggie heart specialist that Arty’s heart was three times the size it was supposed to be. It didn’t seem to bother him, but I couldn’t help but wonder if his grief hadn’t affected his heart.

When we moved across the country he was happy almost from the first day. Then another growth spurt happened. He began to act like a real dog. Maybe I was in a learning curve, too, learning how to be the alpha dog and let my dogs be dogs. Arty thrived on this new arrangement and seemed to relax because he wasn’t having to take care of his sisters and me.

Arty was diagnosed with several life-threatening aliments almost two years ago. He has done well on medication and I make every day an opportunity to be with him one more precious day.

I was just away for three weeks and when I returned I just sat down and held Arty and cried. He had lost about a quarter of his body weight and I could even see the bones on his back. I know it won’t be long now before he will die.

When I think back about Arty, I am in awe struck about how much he has grown throughout this lifetime. He learned to trust and be in his power. He opened his heart to Hobbit and took care of her marvelously. He loves unconditionally. He lives in the moment and when he is with you he is totally present.
He has learned how to be an amazing dog. Most importantly, he has developed his spiritual being way beyond what most people are capable.

I just had to share Arty’s story with you because it is important to be able to witness personal growth in another being. It helps to remind me to stay on my path and keep growing. What I do matters less than how I do it. Arty taught me that.