Sissy has one remarkable skill that never fails to amaze. She can differentiate the tiniest of noises from another room of the house.
For instance, when she’s napping in the living room and I go to the ‘drawer of torture’ to get the doggie nail clippers or teeth scraper (which I do ever-so-quietly, because seriousdog trauma), she’s like this:
♪ La da dee dum ♫
And yet when she’s gallivanting outside (chasing bumblebees, peeing on things), and I’m preparing my lunch in the kitchen and (silently) drop a piece of pasta salad on the floor, she’s all like:
Macaroni ninja has been SUMMONED!
I no longer believe that she was in rescue twice before coming to us.
I think she was hanging out with Oscar Goldman.
Soon silence will have passed into legend. Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation. ~ Jean Arp
In these busy times, I am finding myself more and more resembling those of the Video Game Generation; unable to focus solely on one thing for more than a few minutes at a time, easily distracted by the minutiae that clutters my day-to-day. My mind, I’ve said in the past, works very much like the Internet…one thought/link leads to another, and another, until I am so far away from my starting point I’ve forgotten what I wanted to find out in the first place. Tangential thought processes…I’m sure some of you can relate to what I’m talking about. It may be a great ability to bring to that dinner party (and lethal when playing Six Degrees Of Kevin Bacon), but I tellya, in regular life it can leave you reeling and directionless. And tired.
Here at home, I wander from chore to chore aimlessly. Jobs that take longer to do simply kill me – I’m much more of a sprinting girl than a distance runner. I’ve had many a friend suggest yoga and meditation, but to tell you the truth, I’ve always been a Tae Bo type personality; I like kicking and punching and jumping and hiiiiiiiya!ing far better than feebly attempting to sit quietly and focus on my breathing, or, God help me, empty my mind.
Thing is, though, I maintain that stillness is always good for a person. Cultivating that stillness long enough for it to become effective, though, now that’s a tall order. But heed this warning; what you don’t contemplate and accept today will simply grow exponentially until you are unable to concentrate elsewhere.
(She came with the name, haters.)
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