(Uniqueness and service.
Solitude and socialisation.)
I was walking my knight this morning (Sir Percival Knight of Camelot or Lucky-his friends call him Luckou – but he was named Lucky otherwise known as Sir Percival…).
Let me start again, I was walking this beautiful sunny day my dog Lucky, and my beautiful cat Scampy was coming along with us all the way to the Ashdown forest. Scampy is a scamp. He is a greek cat, rescued by myself, my two dogs and my daughter. Four years ago, me and my daughter were walking our two dogs in Porto Rafti .. On our walk we heard a pack of dogs barking and growling, and my other dog Sir Lancelot knight of Camelot or Rajiel (Angel of Psychics), started growling fiercely too and Lucky barked to let me know. Raj was already the top pack dog (the Alpha) so when he went close to the other dogs they disappeared (despite the fact they were four and my ones were two). The pack had a hard time letting go of a spot in a bush. It seemed to me that something was there. When we approached the bush, my dogs went mad with sniffing too. A cat the size of my palm, black and white, with a pink nose sat straight and proud, looking at me inquisitively. I cautiously picked it up (it was a he) and brought him home. His name was Scampy, and he listened to his name from that day. ((After we named him, following the tradition repeating the name for nine consecutive times in both ears). Scampy would come to greet us, and miaow to greet us back as he grew, whenever he heard his name. Scampy grew to become a spartan. Fierce but kind and tender to us he faces dogs with pride and fearlessness that only a cat (that has a 50 kilo dog walking with him) can demonstrate. Sometimes against all odds. But it seems that he had to overcome his childhood defencelessness, and so he did.
I was looking at those two characters. A dog, loving and eager to please and serve us humans, happy to be part of a pack as the watch dog who will call the alpha dog or the leader , honouring his position in the pack and then a cat, proud, eager to please himself, honouring his uniqueness and never needing to be lead or to lead except of himself.
Don’t we all need both?
I see in our beautiful community, especially fellow women that I am closer to, eager to serve the community, as a distraction to not following their dream, their dharma. I see this a lot. They end up gossiping each other.
If you don’t know your gift or gifts, find them and then USE them. They were given to you by Spirit and they are not to be wasted.
Find your uniqueness, use it and only then you can wholeheartedly serve the human community. Be a cat and then be a dog.
As of solitude versus socialising. Have always been scared of people that were ALWAYS there when invited, were ALWAYS at this or the other party or coffee. Social butterflies or social prostitution. A kind and a not so kind description of the same phenomenon. People who do not stop and can not miss ANY invitation, or are mad when you miss your coffee together, are just as eager as the first ones to distract themselves from themselves. Underneath there is great loneliness, fear of rejection and a constant “I am not good enough” that tries to lead them to perfection in order to hash this horrible judgement “you are not good enough”. Underneath the sorrow is seemingly endless, and the fear to face it enormous. The price you pay for a life wasted is enormous though.
If a cat faces a dog you can face yourself, can’t you?
If you are a social butterfly be a hermit for a bit, enjoy solitude and peace. Chart a course that comes from your dharma. Seek therapy.
If you are a hermit go out for Spirit’s sake! Find another hermit and make little hermits! The procedure is lovely.
If you are serving, TAKE.
If you are taking SERVE
That’s what I was thinking while walking my dog Luckou and my cat Scampy honoured us with his presence.