{"id":2981,"date":"2009-05-28T23:04:58","date_gmt":"2009-05-29T04:04:58","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/?p=2981"},"modified":"2009-05-28T23:04:58","modified_gmt":"2009-05-29T04:04:58","slug":"writing-a-note-to-your-animal-friends","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/horizonsmagazine.com\/blog\/writing-a-note-to-your-animal-friends\/","title":{"rendered":"Writing a note to your animal friends"},"content":{"rendered":"

Friday May 29, 2009.\u00a0 I got this email from a client’s brother after reading my May 2009 Horizons Magazine editorial<\/a>.\u00a0\u00a0 “Hello Andrea, just wanted to let you know how the universe came together for me through one of your suggestions….\u00a0 First, my name is Steve and I live in Michigan. I have access to Horizons via my sister, Laurie Taylor (ad on your page 22), who shows me various issues\u00a0 whenever I end up at her home in Florida. Sometimes she sends me the occasional magazine, as was the case with May’s offering.\u00a0\u00a0 So I’m reading your column about interacting with nature, and you’re going on about squirrels and cardinals, and mulberry trees, and its all hitting home to me to me in a personal way, not because of my love for critters and the outdoors, which I have, but because of the significance of of your instruction, which was to write those creatures a note should you bump heads with one another.\u00a0\u00a0 You see, Andrea, bumping heads with creatures has weighed heavily on my soul lately in an “in-your-face” sort of way, primarily because of the actions of my dear neighbor – my tattoo covered, carny working neighbor, who decided he could not live another moment of life without those most precious of pets, a pit bull.”<\/p>\n

Now please understand Andrea, this is not a complaining session, nor do I dislike tattoos, carny workers or dogs…of most other breeds….. No, Andrea, I am an old hippie from wayback,and can tolerate most anything from anybody, but I don’t do well with noise. And Andrea, this little bugger likes to bark. A lot. At everything that moves. Which meant that every time I went into my backyard – as soon as I opened my door – the pit bull barked. And kept on barking until I went inside. Upsetting my little corner of the planet it was, as I love my tree covered, hasta filled backyard, where I routinely sit away the late afternoon on an almost daily basis.<\/p>\n

Serene in the extreme it normally is.<\/p>\n

Except when the dog barks. Which he did whenever I went – oh yeh, you read that part already.<\/p>\n

A person of solutions I am, so thoughts of options\u00a0 on the dog issue had been filling\u00a0 my head when lo! your magazine, and hence, your respective column duly arrived.\u00a0 (Oh, you know what’s coming already, don’t you?)<\/p>\n

That’s right. I read your column while sitting out back..and listening to the dog bark…and bark…
\nI raised my head from Horizons and glanced to well, the horizon. I arched one eyebrow and dropped the other, and looked back at the non-stop pit bull who refused to get laryngitis, and thought, “Why not?”<\/p>\n

So I wrote the note. I asked him to stop barking. I suggested he enjoy the scenery. I even politely used his name. I have no healing bench, so the note stays on my desk.<\/p>\n

And it worked. The note blinking worked! And has for over two weeks now. It took a couple days to take – the Spirit messes with me like that – but take it did.<\/p>\n

Wow. How cool is that? I just marvel at how it all came together. Its just appreciating and being grateful for the magic of the whole thing.<\/p>\n

I had to share that with you, hoping it will lift you\u00a0 in some way. I remain grateful for my wonderful caring sister who thought enough to send Horizons, and grateful for Horizons and its publisher,who has a good idea or two up her sleeve.<\/p>\n

and I’m really grateful the dog shut up…..”<\/p>\n

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