Black Bag of Unhappiness

Yesterday, as Gypsy ran ahead of me, she noticed something moving along a distant fence. Barking loudly with a warning note of alarm in my direction, she circled in on the intruder, moving in and then retreating several times without altering her cautionary tone. The interloper was a large garbage bag caught in the barb wire billowing darkly in the morning breeze!

Calling her back, I let Gypsy know that it was “all ok” and she seemed to understand that having done “her job”, she was now free to move on.

I had to laugh as she wove in and out and around this “unknown” that loomed before her, while giving her full attention to defending against it. AND, it was a PLASTIC BAG!!!! You know where I am going with this don’t you! : ]

How often do we make “mountains out of mole hills”, bags blowing in the wind into immediate dangers, unknowns in our future into GREAT BIG “holy terrors”? Often is my experience.

Like Gypsy did with me when I called her to me, it’s a great idea to call on a friend, a coach, someone you trust, to run by them the fear or worry that seems too big and scary to handle alone. Often, it is only a plastic bag blowing in the wind.

And if it isn’t, brainstorming, inspiration and support can be found in that connection with a friend or a coach, that allows you to take care of the situation while you are taking care of yourself.

Blessings from the field! Emily
© 2010 Emily A. Easton