|December 8, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Inspirational & motivational, Lifestyle, Seasonal|
Listen up. This is big. Ready? Self-ish is beautiful.
What?! Bear with this self-ish chick for a sec. Let’s take that word back right now. Self-ish = self caring. Self caring = a happier, more fulfilled you who can genuinely give to & care for loved ones. Therefore, self-ish = loving. Read on….
So how are your holidays going so far? What’s your stress-o-meter reading? Full-tilt yet?
I just spoke with a dear friend who’s had no time to breathe between major life events: dog death; marriage & honeymoon; another dog death; adopting 2 sibling pups (Nixon & Lola); & then being all-things-to-all-people for 2 straight days over Thanksgiving. She wondered why she found herself stuck on the couch for the rest of Thanksgiving weekend, watching stupid TV, covered in blankets & puppies. I’m quoting her shock: “I felt gross. I never do that!” My loving reply: “Yes you do, girl. When you’re running on empty you do. Couch time is self-ish time. Recharge. Don’t judge yourself. Who cares, really? Of course, I would ask hubs to brew up some mulled wine, girlfriend. Once you’re under blankets & puppies, it’s full-on DND (do not disturb) mode.”
I could go on about friends’ current depleted states.
(All women, so far. I’m not sexist, but ladies, do you sense a theme here?) One spunky-smart gal posted her cringe-worthy, must-do list on Facebook recently. With her permission, here’s her mid-holiday agenda from hell:
“This house looks like:
* A tornado went through it.
* WalMart’s Christmas department exploded in my kitchen & living room.
* Tree is half decorated.
* The floor looks like the floor in a forest.
* The dogs need a bath.
* AND- if [hubby] takes nap I will have to do all quietly & not go into our room.
* Packages from OCTOBER need to be shipped.
* Patio being tiled – need to move all the furniture.
* New counter tops being installed – all cupboards need to be emptied.
* No water to kitchen for at least the weekend.”
This is all hot on the heels of her recovering from illness; adopting & housetraining Presto, a papillon puppy (dog #2); & caring for a cold-addled hubby. Yep, he’s a snotty, chicken soup guzzling, whiny baby right now. We all wish him good health, asap. Lord, girl…. breathe.
My turn. A Christmas-past taught me endless unforgettable life lessons. I’ll share one with you….
Visiting family spent a few days in the city near us, while I single-handedly elfed-out my house. I stayed home to do it because I also had to watch over Gumbo, our epileptic boxer who only seized @ night. Boarding him while I enjoyed the city with family wasn’t an option. So my sweet boxer boy and I happily & manically decked the halls. He was blissfully naked except for doggie antlers, and I didn’t shower for days. I told you: a manic hot mess. Finally, family arrived. I had barely cleaned myself up by then, & my pup was SO over the antlers. But the house was lovely. Yet no one thanked me.
That Christmas eve, Gumbo had a seizure @ 2 am.
I stayed up with him, relaxing him as he came to. While everyone slept, he & I spooned on his dog bed under the warm glow of the tree’s lights. I cherish that memory. That’s when I should have stopped. But I kept elfing & it wasn’t pretty. Ultimately, I ended up in bed for hours once the house was empty, unable to move because I, too, was empty. I was beyond benefiting from the blanket-and-puppy therapy that helped my friend. Forget the mulled wine. I was beyond vodka’s help. And that’s something.
If you do this to yourself, do it for yourself. Don’t do it for gratitude or to impress. Be a self-ish elf. Get high on bad Christmas music, spiked eggnog & cookies you didn’t bake. Get naked, decorate & dance with your grinning, bare-butt, antler-wearing dog. Trust me. Do it. Who cares? Your dog won’t tell. And he won’t put it up on YouTube. (Well, your border collie might.)
Yesterday, my mom & I had a good laugh.
We both confessed that we have to clean our houses before the wonderful folks who occasionally clean our houses arrive. That’s insane. (I blame it on genetics.) Yes, it’s a first-world “problem” – I know. But you get the point. Stop the perfectionist circus. Be self-ish, not elfish. Set up boundaries: get really good @ saying “no”. Practice in the mirror if you need to. (Don’t practice on your dog; you’ll confuse her.) People who matter will understand & respect you for it. Others (haters, narcissists & users) don’t matter. You know who they are in your life. They will use you until you’re empty. Just say no to them. Walk away; you’ll be happier. No one sane will notice if you don’t OCD-clean the house. People are not thinking about you as much as you think they are. Do your holiday shopping in a pony tail, sweats & no makeup, girl. Call it cozy-chic couture & have a mimosa before storming the mall. We’re all on the same carousel with crazed carnival clowns this time of year. But this is not your circus & those are not your monkeys. Breathe. Laugh. Love. Be a self-ish bitch, I dare you. Elves are ridiculous.
I took my own advice this year.
I spent Thanksgiving in Kaua’i with my brother’s family. I faced fears and did things that I never thought I’d do: 1st solo plane ride, a helicopter tour, bikini-ed beaching, and zip lining. Yep, I was a bikini-wearing, screaming zip-lining fool. There’s no better cure for elfdom than risking life, limb & dignity with loving family members. Sometimes a girl just needs to jump off a cliff – a dozen times or so – to get her head on straight. I’m grateful to my bro’s family for the invite. I’m grateful that my pushy girlfriends all said, “Just GO!!”. I’m happier & Rusty’s happier. This loving, self-ish bitch is back. Elves drool!
Now it’s your turn. Had any foolish elf moments? How did you recover?
What self-ish self care gets you through the holidays? Big or small, every recharging moment counts. Do tell. C’mon, it’s cathartic! We wish you truly happy, elf-free holidays! xxoo ~Ruth & Rusty~
©2013 The Soulful Pet
|November 16, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Lifestyle, LOLs & BOLs, Pup culture, Rusty's place, Videos|
I don’t run with a dangerous pack.
But, I’ve been binge-watching “Breaking Bad” with my humans.
(Shhh! We don’t know how it ends, so no spoilers please!) Now I have a new-found respect for the criminal mind. Check these degenerates, yo.
Crazy capers, yo! ROTFLMTO ~Rusty~
|October 27, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Lifestyle, LOLs & BOLs, Music, Pup culture, Seasonal, Training/Behavior, Videos|
I love a good ghost story, especially if it’s dipped in reality.
For example, it’s fascinating to read that a nearby landmark, the Bodega Bay schoolhouse featured in Hitchcock’s “The Birds”, just might be a haunted home. A classic episode of Syfy’s “Ghost Hunters” is another fun fright. Why? Dolls & clowns creep me out. (I can’t point to any specific childhood trauma that stems from.) So I related to GH’s lead spook chaser, Jason Hawes, when he commented on a framed doll during an investigation, saying, “That’s the creepiest baby I’ve ever seen.” Later, upon reviewing a recording (EVP) of that moment, they heard an eerie child’s voice answer, “It’s not that creepy!” (Believe me, I tried but failed to find a clip of this for you. It’s episode 5.2 from Star Island, in case you want to catch it.) That ghostly quote is now a running joke in our house whenever we spot a ridiculously sinister doll. It’s all in good fun.
Speaking of good fun, in case “The Birds” was before your time, here’s the schoolhouse scene. Note: This still might be too scary for kids to watch. In that way, Hitchcock is timeless. Enjoy….
What if you had a personal experience, in your home? Would you be scared?
I’ve had a few “unexplained” moments. Have you? Most of them involved my much-loved departed pets. You’d think they would be terrifying experiences, but they’re oddly calming & comforting. Go with me on this: These are just the facts of my experience. Most recently, a few years ago, I got up @ 2:30 a.m. to go to the bathroom. (TMI? Sorry.) As I got back in bed, I heard the meow of my dear cat, Alex, emanating clearly & loudly from right next to me on the bed. (You know your pet’s voice without error, right? Right.) It was the same tone he used to get my attention in life, and it came from his preferred spot on the bed. Yes, I was wide awake. Yes, I know the difference between a meow coming from my bed or from outside. No, I didn’t have another pet in the house @ the time. No, I wasn’t still traumatized by losing sweet Alex a few years earlier. I’m sure of the time because I looked @ the clock when it happened. I’m not crazy; I’m certain of what I heard. And, you know what? It wasn’t that creepy.
Unlike dolls & clowns, there’s nothing spooky about my little boo, Rusty, either.
He’s a brave soul, but nighttime walks can unnerve both of us. Facing shorter days, we set out to make our evening strolls safer. Now, Rusty’s got day-to-night swagger in his new bow tie & evening bling. We took back the night. Not at all creepy, just uber cute.
A quick note about Rusty’s Vivid LED collar: It’s a size small – the smallest available. It’s meant to fit necks 12.5 – 16.5″. Rusty weighs about 13 pounds, and it’s too big for him. Fastened as snug as possible, it still slips over his head while buckled. That’s one reason why I attach his leash to his harness instead of the collar. The other is that I prefer harnesses to neck collars. Harnesses are healthier because they disperse any leash tension over a dog’s body, rather than focusing it on his neck. Having said that, despite the amazon.com reviews of the Vivid collar, it works perfectly. It has varied settings, from a steady glow to the fast blink I used for effect. It’s well made, nicely padded & rechargeable. Safety first: When you’re not walking your dog, remove the collar & keep it out of Pup’s reach.
How do you & your pets spend Halloween? Do you have any favorite winter gear for your pets? Any creepy stories you’d like to share?
You’re welcome to visit our FB page & post fall pics of your pets. We’d love to hear from you.
Boo! xxoo ~Ruth & Rusty~
|October 24, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Lifestyle, LOLs & BOLs, Music, Pup culture, Rusty's place, Seasonal, Videos|
I’ve sported a few Halloween hound looks in my day.
Here are my two favorites.
Don’t get me wrong; at best, I tolerated the monkey thing. Really, dawgs – WTF? But chicken was involved, so I chilled with it.
In my last gig as a solo dog blogger, I was a vampire.
That was cool ‘cuz the costume just hung from my collar. Not like that sweaty wool monkey suit.
Grrr…. Boo! ~Rusty~
©2013 The Soulful Pet
|October 1, 2013||Posted by Ruth under LOLs & BOLs, Rusty's place, Videos|
This poodle’s back!
Did you read about how I got my mutt mojo back? It’s a pawesome story about me & my balls. That’s right. BALLS! Hey, I’m not the only one who believes a good ball cures all:
I know the meaning of life, dawgs, so listen up: Balls, man. It’s all about the balls. BOL.
©2013 The Soulful Pet
|September 28, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Inspirational & motivational, Lifestyle, Recipes, Soul food, Training/Behavior|
It was a peaceful day at our house.
I was writing, and Rusty was sleeping in his cup bed on the ottoman-with-a-view by the window. Rusty stirred, got up to turn around in his bed, and screamed in pain. The sound went through me like a knife. Pet-parents, you know what I mean: I swear I felt his gut-wrenching cry in my soul.
What on Earth just happened?!
Rusty raced into my office, and, for the first time ever, hid out of reach in the corner under my desk. I followed him, only to find him shaking in pain. Had he been bitten by a bug? Had he tweaked a toe repositioning in his bed? Whatever it was, it was bad. I knew we’d be racing to the vet as soon as I could talk him into putting his pain aside long enough to put his faith in me.
Off to the vet we went.
Of course, it was off-hours for Rusty’s regular doctor. So I nervously drove to the 24-hour vet hospital. We parked. Rusty hopped out of the car and strutted into the place like nothing had ever happened. (Typical, right? Adrenaline’s an amazing pain mask.) He was hostile to the sweet nurse who took his temp, but he made up with her. No one took his response to the indignity his poodle butt had just endured personally. I sat on the floor with him as we waited for the vet. Would I like the vet? How sharp would her diagnostic skills be? Would her approach be invasive or compassionate? Aware that Rusty would absorb my feelings & thoughts, I hoped for the best & remembered to breathe.
When the vet entered the room, I knew we were in good hands.
As she sat on the floor with us, I was relieved to see a familiar face. I worked with her as a veterinary nurse decades ago, so I knew that Rusty would be helped by one of the best vets in the county. The course of action she recommended was pain medication & a wait-and-see approach. If he didn’t improve, she would explore a tentative diagnosis of masticatory myostitis. Fortunately, her initial assessment paid off. The acute pain of unknown cause was in his jaw. But Rusty rallied without further treatment, thanks to a savvy, discerning vet. Fingers & paws crossed, it won’t be back. Whew.
All better, right? Not quite.
Poodles are smart; that’s one of the many things I adore about Rusty. While he was healing, he learned to keep his mouth shut to minimize discomfort. So that meant no chewing, no fetch, no catch, no tug, no yawns, and no smiles. Long after he was pain-free, he was still play-free. Rusty lost his poodle mojo.
When I was a kid, I badly injured my foot in a bicycle accident.
I limped around for months. I learned to rely on my good leg, exclusively. One day, as I was walking down the hall, I lost my balance. Not thinking, I planted my injured foot on the floor to steady myself. Ouch?! That would surely hurt like hell……wait a minute. I was pain free. I had learned not to try for fear of pain. By sheer accident, I realized my mistake: learned helplessness.
Learned helplessness is a powerful force.
Why try if I’m comfy right here? After all, last time I checked, trying hurt. Or trying was hard. Or trying led to mistakes others punished. Sound familiar? People and animals experience this. As a trainer, it’s my job to know when to coach a pet and guardian out of learned helplessness. Can they physically do it? If so, what’s holding them back? Often, it’s a “truth” that the owner has created for her & her pet. Really common “truths”: My dog doesn’t do stairs; I have to carry him. Or, my dog’s a picky eater; I have to hand feed him. Or, he doesn’t listen to me unless I have food in my hands. People believe these “truths” and act them out with their pets, day after day. Pets rise to our expectations. Expect less, they give less. Change your truth & expect more, and your pet will rise to the occasion. Bonus: this works with family members and coworkers, too!
Learned helplessness had a grip on Rusty.
I knew he didn’t hurt anymore, so it was time to push him. What to do? Hmmm….. got it! When we adopted him, he obsessed over bell balls to the exclusion of all other toys. We gradually took them away so he could discover the joy of exploring a full toy box. Time to rekindle the obsession: bring the bell ball back! Since Rusty LOVES new toys, I went on a shopping mission…..
I armed myself with an arsenal guaranteed to revive poodle mojo.
Bell balls; small, squishy Raspberry balls; crumbly, healthy treats; and a ridiculous pink flamingo decorated the house. (I don’t buy my rough & tumble poodle pink toys. My issue, not his; I know.) Rusty needed to chew & shake toys again. Pink aside, the flamingo was perfect: flat, soft, squeaky & flappy. I called Rusty, then shook the bell ball. He lit up like he’d found a long-lost friend! He grabbed the ball, carried it into his bed, & left it there. That was anti-climactic. But he had opened his mouth to carry the ball; I was on the right track. Later that day, I rang the ball again. This time, I give him the Raspberry ball. It’s smaller, grippable, squishy, and crazy bouncy. Rusty was in love! Soon he was fetching, catching & chewing – all with one toy. He completely ignored the heavier, larger bell ball. (Fine with me. That thing’s a Hartz product, made of toxic, reactive Chinese rubber.) The next day, I jingled the bell ball again. His eyes wide, I gave him the pink flamingo. Poodle heaven & mission accomplished: He shakes, chews & carries that thing with him everywhere! He hasn’t looked back. Woohoo!!
Thanks for reading about how we conquered pain, fear & learned helplessness. We hope it helps you & your pets!
Ready for the treats Rusty promised? In honor of our post praising the power of balls, I made some balls. The first recipe celebrates Rusty’s health:
Rusty’s Peanut Butter Granola Balls
1 cup uncooked organic rolled oats (not instant)
1/8 cup pumpkin seeds
1/8 cup sunflower seeds
1/2 Tbsp. flax seeds
1/8 cup grated coconut
2 1/2 Tbsp. grated carrots
1/2 Tbsp. coconut oil
1/2 Tbsp. honey
1 egg, slightly beaten
5/8 cup unsalted, unsweetened organic peanut butter, @ room temperature
3/8 cup fat-free, plain Greek yogurt
Preheat oven to 325. Line a rimmed baking sheet with parchment paper. Slightly grind the seeds together in a food processor or coffee grinder. Combine all the dry ingredients, including the grated carrots, in a medium bowl. Heat the coconut oil & the honey just until they’re liquid. Blend the peanut butter & the yogurt in the food processor. Add the egg, oil & honey. Process again.
Add the wet ingredients to the dry in the bowl. Mix with a wooden spoon. Shape into 1 1/4-inch balls & place on baking sheet. Bake for 15 minutes, turn the balls so they brown evenly, and bake for 15 more minutes, or until they’re golden brown. Cool on a rack. Store them in an airtight container. If they’re not gobbled up asap, freeze ’em!
Makes about 3 dozen. ~Adapted from The Bark~
With oats & peanut butter left, I made these uber-easy treats for my newly gluten-free hubby. Balls for both the guys in my life, I say. And pink flamingos all around! That really needs to be a girly drink, right?
No-bake Peanut Butter Balls
1 cup organic, rolled oats (uncooked)
2/3 cup toasted coconut flakes
1/2 cup unsalted, sugar free organic peanut butter, @ room temperature
1/2 cup ground flaxseed
1/2 cup mini semi-sweet chocolate chunks or chips
1/3 cup honey
1 Tbsp chia seeds
1 tsp vanilla extract
1/2 tsp sea salt flakes
Mix all ingredients in a large bowl. Refrigerate for an hour so the mixture is easier to work with. Roll into 1 1/2 inch balls. Store in an airtight container for up to a week, either in the frig or @ room temp. (I like my balls cold. Yum!)
Makes about 16. ~Adapted from So, How’s It Taste?~
Do you say “can’t” & “won’t” when you think about yourself or your pet? How about “never” or “always”?
Negatives & absolutes are rarely truths. They are often symptoms of learned helplessness. Challenge them: break out of that rut! Have you and/or your pet conquered ruts? How did you snap out of it? What got you going & lit you up? Do tell! xxoo ~Ruth & Rusty~
©2013 The Soulful Pet
|September 26, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Lifestyle, LOLs & BOLs, Pup culture, Rusty's place, Seasonal, Uncategorized, Videos|
So how was your summer?
Mine was poodle pawesome, but not canine cray like these pooches.
They are howlin’-at-the-moon lunatics. Settle down, dawgs. Settle down.
What?! Cats, too? I need a summer do-over, dawgs! ~Rusty~
©2013 The Soulful Pet
|September 21, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Guest bloggers, Inspirational & motivational, Lifestyle, Seasonal|
When your soul calls, do you listen? That’s exactly what guest blogger Kelly Gast did this summer.
Welcome to The Soulful Pet, Kelly. I’m honored & thrilled to vicariously join your heart’s journey as an armchair traveler!
We’re cousins by marriage. We haven’t met yet, but I feel like we could be sisters. We agree that we’ll share belly laughs, margaritas & animal stories when we finally do meet. I’m quite sure that our sweet, patient hubbies will be out of words long before we are. What makes Kelly special? As office manager for four physicians in reproductive medicine, she helps couples achieve their dreams of having a family. When Kelly’s off the clock, her passions turn to nature & animals. In her own words:
“I am an avid nature enthusiast & hobby photographer.
Animals have been my passion from before I learned to talk – and never stopped.
I have owned and shown Morgan & Norwegian Fjord horses for 40 years.
I enjoy all the work involved with keeping horses fit and healthy, and reaping the rewards for all that work – the trust of a thousand pound animal.
My husband and I are also avid saltwater aquarium enthusiasts.
I enjoy my Moray Eels, while he enjoys the more serene Tangs and Invertebrates. Our largest tank has been a 110 gallon reef tank that was nearly big enough to go snorkeling in!
I also have owned and shown Papillon dogs.
My husband and I currently have two: International Champion, Magnolise Avec Bravissimo (aka “Bravo”), and his new little “brother”, Magnolise Naturally Gifted (aka “Presto”). We believe a well balanced dog has a title at both ends, so, to that end, both are (will be) shown in conformation and agility.
Throughout the years of loving my animals, I always heard and felt the rhythms of Africa.
No matter what I was doing, at no matter what age, I would drop what I was doing to watch any program that featured Africa….including Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom – when nature documentaries were in their infancy. I read every page of every National Geographic issue that covered any aspect of Africa. I read every book I could get my hand on – from biographies about the native people, to volumes about the great migration, to the unbelievable, intricate dance of life and death that is the daily life of Africa.
I dreamed of Africa when I closed my eyes at night. And one morning in July of this year, I opened my eyes – and I was in Africa.“
Kelly documented her summer trip to Serengeti National Park in Tanzania via her beautiful photos & soulful words.
You can tell that this girl was meant to be in Africa; it sings to her soul.
One day there, she wrote this reflective piece on Facebook. She mesmerized everyone who read it, myself included. We somehow felt like we were right there with her. So I asked her to share her bliss with you, too:
“There are things in my life that are as necessary to me almost as much as my husband and my family. Two of these things are music and animals.
Africa seems to have a rhythm that beats like your heart.
Sometimes it’s calm and relaxed – moving steady and contentedly without any real imperative – like the giraffe that walks across the plains. There is a sway and a swing, and it has the same grandness of the slow movement in Beethoven’s 5th.
Sometimes the rhythm is full of energy and movement.
The gazelles come to mind in their quest to find the balance for being watchful and joyful. They have so much energy that they seem to want to let off some steam – pronging and jumping around like staccato notes on a musical score ….but always aware they are tasty to many.
The big cats….
They say silence has a power all on its own. They survey all that is around them and have been charged with being the judge, jury, and executioner. They sit there quietly, like a rest with a fermata….until they don’t.
Lions are said to be the “king of beasts”.
This is not true. The crown belongs to elephants. Every being here yields to them without question. The wise give them a respectable berth, as an offending tree (lacking in respect and ability to move) can be cast to the side with the same effort we use to dismiss insignificant details. Their rhythm is an ever-present sforzando, punctuating the plains with their performance.
Even the annoying mosquitoes and tsetse flies contribute their part to this symphony.
They are annoying, persistent, and the bane of every being’s existence….they personify “The Flight of the Bumblebee”. I don’t like these pesky bugs – or this piece of music, but nonetheless, they exist.
All of the above to say that Africa has its own rhythm and feel – unlike anything else I have ever experienced.
And the people have captured it in their music. It somehow captures all that is Africa, and the music feels alive. Tonight at dinner we were privileged to enjoy a “heritage choir” that performed for us. Their sounds filled the night – voices, drums, clapping – all of it capturing the essence and spirit of this continent. I could hardly move…I didn’t want to miss even one note. I will remember these sounds forever.
This trip is enough to move even the most well-traveled or stoic person to tears. It is a remarkable place…. we must go back. There is just something about Africa – and it gets into your soul.”
Kelly & her hubby will soon return to Africa, with a group of lucky folks who wish to be “students of the Serengeti”. Thank you, Kelly, for taking us with you on your beautiful journey. I certainly hope I did it justice here. I look forward to one day hearing more of your stories over an ice cold pitcher of margaritas. Cheers, girl!
So, did you chase any dreams this summer? Do you feel your soul pulling you to do something new? Did Kelly’s post inspire you to heed that calling?
Kelly & I would love to hear from you, in the comments! xxoo ~Ruth~
©2013 The Soulful Pet
|September 13, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Lifestyle, LOLs & BOLs, Pup culture, Rusty's place, Videos|
Apparently, I’m not the only one who makes a fido fool of myself after my poodle butt’s been knocked out.
Check out this classic stoned-dawg fetch fail:
Mom says humans do it, too. At least I recognized my peeps after I got my teeth cleaned. Jeez!
Mom & I BOL’d at this pawesome parody. Well, mom LOL’d; she doesn’t bark. Silly humans. ~Rusty~
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|September 9, 2013||Posted by Ruth under Inspirational & motivational, Lifestyle, Music, Pup culture, Videos|
I took a break from writing for 2 weeks. I don’t think it was a good idea.
I promise me: Next time I travel, I’ll write every day, no matter what – even if I have to scribble it down on my Philly cheese steak’s sauce-and-drool-covered napkin. (Oh, man – that was one helluva sandwich!)
Writing is my salvation & my force field, all wrapped up in one glorious, gremlin-free creative flow.
I cherish it. But there are chinks in an unmaintained force field, apparently – small cracks where haters can enter. External critiques setup house for internal gremlins. That house party crushes creativity. It’s a sad, sad party of uninvited guests: self-doubt is the biggest party crasher of them all.
So here I am trying to write a post about love that I’ve postponed too many times already.
But I’m busy cleaning up after the party. The voices of naysayers are strewn about my psyche like
beer empties drained margaritas, pinatas & “The Hangover” tiger.
What are the discarded party favors, beads, & tiny umbrellas?
They’re suggestions that I censor my writing and not get new photog gear for this blog (cuz why bother?), coupled with learning that loved ones aren’t TSP fans. So what’s a girl to do? Gather up those party favors into a bouquet and flaunt those beads with flair, that’s what. Embrace the debris as part of my style, I say. Besides, the tiger’s kinda cute. Nice kitty.
But how to get back on track? In reality, I was never entirely off the rails.
I’ll grow from the criticism, and put down deeper roots as myself-the-writer. Looking at Rusty, I realize that he’s joyfully & genuinely himself. He’s sweetly uncensored & decidedly unencumbered by “what would people say?!”. Lesson learned, Rusty, my teacher. Getting back to me means being authentic, trusting in what lights me up, & not dwelling on what tears me down. Voila: Force field up!
That said, how about a little reminiscing & music?
In my very first TSP post, I talked about recovering triumphantly from a fall & conquering challenges. Rusty & genuine girl/fashion icon, JLaw, were my muses for that message, and they still inspire me. Music lights me up even more than fashion. A good tune & a cute shoe: heaven!
Come to think of it, The Soulful Pet really needs a soundtrack.
So I’m happy to present TSP’s first Music Monday. Sarah, take it away!
Be kind with your words, folks. They have power.
Use them for good, not evil – with animals & people. Be brave enough to be someone’s muse, not someone’s sad party empties. As Sarah says, “Say what you want to say, and let the words fall out honestly. I wanna see you be brave!” I’ll be right here, honestly & bravely writing.
Do your pets make you brave? Do they keep you on track? Who (animal or human) inspires you? How do you keep your force field intact? How do you celebrate freedom of self-expression? Is there a song in your soundtrack?
Please share your thoughts (& tunes!) in the comments. You could be someone’s muse today! xo ~Ruth~
©2013 The Soulful Pet