Light Cometh Week January 16-22

If you want a change in 2011 don’t sleep with Black Dog.  Have you ever noticed the behavior of a dog?  Yes, it takes on the behavior of others.  When my aunt Lucille ate her scrambled eggs and bacon, her dog Terra ate the same.  She refused to eat dog food.  I wonder if Terra ever ate those collard greens with ham hocks and cornbread with her front paws.  That would have been an eye full of a dog eating with its paws.

Everyone has a Black Dog moment, the one that drags you in the dirt and down to the lowest denominator.  This week Black Dog shows its ugliness.  Anything can trigger its appearance, such as weight problems, belittlement, finances, relationships, health, a bad hair day or the weather.  Black Dog is the exterior that brings chaos of explosions in our visible world.  As for me, using my mirrored inner behavior I can bring bits of joy to paste across my face so that others have something to view, instead of the look of a Black Dog image.  I know it’s hard to turn away from moments being in the world from so many distractions.  But JOY comes at a moment’s notice just be attentive to bring it into the soul to feel and observe it in the body and from the natural environment. Black Dog eats at our inner light, the joy that keeps us afloat in every moment.  It’s that light that others try to sneak to kill or suck up for their own Black Dogs.  Be on the alert, Black Dog is at every corner waiting to take bites out of your JOY.

My Black Dog poem – ‘Calm Down Black Dog’ Ó 2006 DLMc

An amazing overbearing cool day with Mohammed Ali and George Foreman,

contenders in May with sounds of iron fists beating one scanned swollen shuteye

during an overcast sky; the grandstand shouted missiles of golden light,

a thundering force over a dampen West London to achieve greatness, of course.

My feet step into Inner Space, while shadow ghosts fanned side to side;

they footrace my steps in a chase from strong density at the corner stone

of Jessop incuriosity. An uneasy presence into Inner Space,

the room to meditate balanced my shadowed entrance weaving spiritual

reading in a trance. Suddenly, a vicious bark from behind attacked

my inner sanctuary, that grumbled sound, not so kind.

It was Black Dog’s darksome whinge that framed my aura despoiling

my stability that had no foundation to hold me in that moment’s ashram. 

Silence strengthen my composure with renewed fragility

while she jumped up and down to comprehend the voice of confidence

in my solitude stance, a new bitch friend.

Calm down Black Dog!   Calm down. 

The strokes of healing touches radiated spectrum energy

was the breakdown into that piercing vocal sound; as such,

brooms twirl inside chimneys to cloud-over dispositions,

past lives centuries old, the current fashions. That’s it breath

in and breathe out.  Yes!  That’s it.   Pout sanctuary breaths

of calm for a brighten and happier dog in any disposition.

Be well and kick your Black Dog into the light.  Dorothy