Thor got loose last night . . .
He’s got a great, loving disposition.
Looks can be deceiving!
There’s a veritable hellion imprisoned in that calm and endearing presence.
90% of the time, he oozes with love and affection.
The other 10% of the time, he’s capable of rending destruction on anything and everything within his reach.
The eerie part of it is that he can accomplishment this physical havoc without making any noise whatsoever in literally a fraction of a minute (or so it seems).
After having to experience this mayhem multiple times, I became certain that Thor’s mission in his ever shortening life-span (JK – I wouldn’t really kill him) is to destroy everything of value to me.
For sure, he is a Master teacher of me on the importance of non-attachment . . . Letting go . . . Loving unconditionally . . . and pure unbridled passion.
All of this manifests explosively any time Thor gets loose from his leash while we are taking our walks.
Last night was one of those performances writ large. In a fantastically executed feat of misdirection, Thor seemingly managed to propel himself in 3 different directions for a split second immediately followed by a full on LAUNCH in a 4th direction thereby yanking the leash out of my hand. It took him no longer than a nanosecond to disappear over the ridge.
Darkness was falling, and I knew that, if I were to give chase, Thor would turn it into a game . . . so I took the other 3 dogs inside, poured myself a cocktail, and sat on my deck to wait for his return. I was oh-so-hopeful that Thor would return . . . Last time he did this, his leash was ensnared on a tree and he was stuck and vulnerable to coyote attack . . . took me 2 hours with a flashlight to find him deep in the woods.
30 minutes passed . . . I waited patiently . . . another 15 minutes (and another cocktail), when I heard Thor coming down the ridge heavily panting . . . He slogged his worn out self onto the deck and collapsed at my feet. He had gotten the most out of his 45 minutes of FREEDOM.
What I have described vicariously through Thor’s adventure is a classic case of “FREEDOM SHOCK”
Not unlike that Freshman heading to college . . .
We all have our own “shackles” (Boundaries that restrict our desired freedom)
In those times when we are able to escape these shackles – let our hair down – dare to be unrestrained, how do we handle this sudden rush of liberty?
Who is there to keep us safe as we careen into oblivion?
Here’s a thought . . . Better . . . How can we intentionally prepare ourselves to “behave appropriately” when these moments of freedom show up?
I say: “Practice Practice Practice” . . . that is . . . quit taking yourself and everything and anyone around you so damn seriously.
Know that YOU have the keys to your shackles and can (and should) free yourself any time you wish.
What I wish for you is that you get better with orchestrating useful freedom in your own life.
The more you practice, the less of a SHOCK it is when you unchain.
Next thing ya know, you’re following your passion (and not living the life you think other people want you to live).
Oh! If those people judge you for being your authentic self . . . could it be they’re not the right people?
Thanks for the lesson Thor!