Sometime during this current gig, Vinnie came in from the backyard with
some blood lining the perimeter of his right eye. After some examining (and a
subsequent trip to the vet the next morning), I found out there were 3 different
cuts along his eyelid. Not huge cuts, but something that I needed to deal with.
We left the vet with some disinfectant and, you guessed it, The Cone of Shame so
Vinnie wouldn’t scratch it as he was healing. (For the reference, see one of the
greatest, cutest, cleverest movies ever created).
I realized that I needed to take some practical steps with his injury. I
needed to clean it every day, and make sure he was wearing his cone as much as
possible, and reduce the amount of time he roughhoused with the other dogs. (Not
only for his protection, but have you
ever tried to wrestle someone who is wearing a cone? Ouch.)
But along with the practical steps, I needed to take some spiritual
steps. I needed to pray for the little guy. I needed to show him love and
tenderness, as Jesus showed the people that he came into contact with. I needed
to see Vinnie as God’s creation, as a beautiful creature who expressed God-like
qualities such as affection, love, protectiveness towards me, curiosity, energy,
zest for life, tenderness, crazy-puppy-like behavior (okay, that’s not really a
God-like quality, but it’s still pretty endearing…). And I needed to realize
that Vinnie isn’t my dog; he’s God’s dog. Even when I can’t protect him, I know
that God can and will. I needed to remind myself of this, and see that
everything is in God’s control.
One of the messages that became so clear to me came from a simple line
that I’ve repeatedly told Vinnie over the past week: “Lift your head up.” As he
walks around with this cone, he is continually knocking the bottom of it against
stairs, the floor, furniture, and whatever else happens to be lying around that
Vinnie feels compelled to climb over. And each time he knocks the cone into
something, the edge that is against his neck jabs into him, jolting him out of
the intense focus that he seems to have on his desired destination. After a
couple of collisions, the poor guy just stops where he is, sits down, and looks
at me with a pathetic gaze. I can see the frustration in his face; he just wants
to climb up the stairs and join the other 2 dogs on the deck! Is that too much
to ask? At these times, I find myself saying, “Vinnie, lift your head up, bud.
Lift the cone up.” That’s all it would take, just a slight inclination of his
neck to bring the cone up far enough to clear any object he wants to overtake.
If he’s having a particularly hard time, I will go over to him and gently lift
the cone up myself, grabbing the top rim and tilting it up just enough, while
pulling him slightly forward so he gets the idea that it is now safe to move
ahead.
I feel like I’ve had a similar experience lately. A few months ago, this
past winter, I was having a hard time moving forward; emotionally, mentally,
even maybe a little physically. I just felt that there were so many issues and
so many problems, and each time I would try to overcome them or try to find a
solution, I would hit a stumbling block. I got jolted backwards, I fell down, I
couldn’t get up again… and if I tried and succeeded in getting up for half a
minute, I would just fall down again, much harder than before. But even with all
of these falls, each time I tried to stand up, I really just wanted to run. I
wanted to reach as high as I could and stretch out my hand as far as it would
go… Not just settle for feeling “all right,” but feel totally back on my feet
again and totally stable, totally full of the life that I knew was inside me,
feel the rainbows-and-balloons sensation of total joy. But I just couldn’t get
there.
As I kept falling, again and
again, I had so many people in my life who showed me so much love. Some people
could see that I was falling, and others had no idea but were loving
nonetheless, just because they love continually and unconditionally as part of
their nature. And each expression of love that I experienced touched my heart. I
didn’t know what was happening with me and I felt like I was in a scary place,
but quite frequently there would be an instant, a moment, that was so full of
love, and this was such a support to me. It was definitely the silver lining.
After 6 weeks of this up-and-down rising-and-falling nonsense, I decided
that I was going to take it slowly. I decided that I wasn’t going to hit the
ground running. It only took Vinnie about 2 days what it took me 6 weeks to
learn! (It’s okay… I don’t mind if Vinnie shows me up from time to time.) Like
Vinnie, I was just going to take it easy, and make sure there wasn’t anything in
my way before I started running. This was my philosophy behind it: When you’re
struggling and not at your optimal performance level, why run straight at a
hurdle that you’re not sure you can clear? If you’re feeling great, feeling
ready, then go for it. But if you’ve fallen down a dozen times recently, start
with smaller hurdles. Go slowly, practice, breathe… and then, when you know
you’re ready, take on that big hurdle!
So I went slowly, and didn’t
try any large hurdles… just the small ones that I was confident I could do.
During this time, which was over several months, I discovered that there were
still some things I needed to figure out. I wasn’t falling down like before, but
I was still bumping into things. I didn’t feel like I was able to move freely,
and I didn’t feel like “Katie Brotten.” I just felt like a toned-down, less
energetic, less “Katie” version of myself. And then one day, I fell down again
pretty hard. It was like before, when I had tried to move too quickly and wasn’t
ready… Except this time I had been moving so slowly, and still fell down! I was
immediately jolted out of the slow, ambling pace that I had been keeping for a
number of months. I thought that by moving slowly, I would be safe, but that was
not the case. I didn’t know what happened, or how to help myself out of it. I
was scared.
It was time to make a change.
Like Vinnie, I needed to lift my head up if I was going to clear the obstacles
in my path. I just wouldn’t be able to move forward without doing so. It is one
thing to move carefully and cautiously, but if your head is still down, you are
going to bump into things no matter how slowly you move. And to really be able
to take on life at the speed I wanted to, I was going to need to look up.
At this time, a good friend
did something for me, which, while on a much larger scale, had some similarities
to what I did for Vinnie. Similar to how I tilted the rim of his cone so that he
could maneuver the path and move forward safely, this friend gave me a hand when
I most desperately needed it. Like Vinnie, I was struggling with the most basic
steps forward. I just wanted to stop there, in the middle of the hallway, and
just be done. Not play with the other dogs, not go and get a toy, not go explore
the backyard; just be done. In addition to meeting me where I was, where I had
fallen, to give me a gentle lift to my feet, she also helped me see the
different options that I could take and prompted me to move forward on my own
path. And above all, she reminded me where the true source of everything good
is; she helped me lift my thought to God. I was reminded that there is so much
more when we just look up. We do not have to be stuck in one spot, to forever
bump up against obstacles and become immobilized by the “cones” that we wear,
whether we choose to wear them or they are placed upon us in one way or another.
There is indeed a way to move forward, many ways, and if we try a path and it
doesn’t work, we must move on to the next one. And the whole time, we can lift
our gaze and our thoughts and our energy upward… This is essential in moving
forward.
Vinnie gets his cone off in a
couple of days, and he’ll be back to the wild and crazy kid I love; unobstructed
and unfettered by anything that would dare to stand in his way. And I’m taking
my cone off too; it doesn’t suit me. But, regardless of the tough times spent
stumbling and falling, I have such an immense feeling of gratitude. It’s
astounding to me how much gratitude I have felt during this time, the toughest
time I have ever experienced in my life. I am grateful for the opportunity to
learn from these experiences, and to learn more about myself and about God. I am
grateful for the love that was so overpowering and so present in those times,
the love from God, from friends, from family. And I’m so grateful for every kind
word, smile, expression of love, and for every person who reached down and
lifted my cone up a bit, helped me to keep my eyes on God as I continue to move
forward.
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