Fighting for Peace?
We crack me up. That was my thought, after I caught myself in a tirade directed toward Sadie, who saves her most ferocious bark for nice neighbors walking their dogs down our street every evening.
Peacefully engaged in Bruce Lipton’s “Biology of Belief,” I jumped two feet off the couch when Sadie launched a barrade of barks at the front door.
“All right, that’s ENOUGH!” I shouted. “There is no barking here! That is NOT what we do!! There will be PEACE in this house, young lady!”
Even as I adopted as ferocious a bark as hers, attempting to enforce peace in our night, I laughed at my ridiculous self.
It reminded me of a friend who had just recounted how he told his (apparently ex) girlfriend that she shouldn’t try to find happiness outside of her. (In this case, in the arms of an ex-boyfriend.) He wanted to lecture her on how happiness could only come from within, and she would continually struggle if she didn’t learn this.
His words were right on, and yet the reason he phoned was because he was upset she’d reunited with another man. He was lost, and knew his happiness would return when she understood her mistake and returned to him. How could he make her understand?
It took him a minute to see how he was doing the same thing she was: looking for happiness outside of himself. (We all know it’s an inside job, right? But how often do we forget to practice it!)
I suggested the best way to teach her this valuable lesson was by embodying it. Set the example. Show her what it looks like by living it.
As I’m laughing at myself for thinking my shouting will quiet Sadie’s, and thinking of my friend who lectures his girlfriend to stop seeking happiness outside herself so he can get her back and regain HIS happiness, I think how easily we fall into the routines that we “know” better about.
Yesterday in the parking lot two young boys argued about pushing the shopping cart when dad boomed out, “Strike TWO!” The older one pleaded, “But daaaad … ” Dad admonished elder son for whining, which is when mom stepped in and said something that made dad whine back to wife, “But I already told him once!” in the same tone he just reprimanded son for using.
How funny are we? We think we’ll return to peace with noise; or find happiness by controlling another; or teach our children to be different than the example we set …
We get what we vibrate. So for me, that leaves my work to make peace with Sadie’s barking, and maybe sprinkle on top a couple visions of how I’d like her to be. Lynn did it with her dogs; I’m sure I can do it with mine. It starts with releasing my resistance to what is, and finding my way to peace.
In fact, I’ll start with the accompanying photo for this post. I started to look for a barking dog, but peaceful dog is probably a better start. : )