More then An Animal

Tonight, I began to heavily meditate on Hilda. My beautiful, outgoing, smart, and driven guide dog from 2017/2018. My tears began to flow, and trickle down as I write thinking about who she made me to be. Giving me the memorable signals to calm my mind when things go crazy and I want to leave my world.
Monkey, I miss you. The unshakable bond has such an inexplicable sensation that holds strong security, confidence, and courage.
Whether it’s staying up day and night while your pooch is sick, cleaning that puke off the carpet every mid morning, paying for vet bills even when you have no money, or simply holding her paw when she notices an obvious change in you.
Daddy is beyond proud of where you are today. Back in the school, showing off to your new and old friends, in and outgoing clients, ., and teaching everyone that they can be a tough animal when things get tense. Recalling a moment in Alaska where we both were learning a street rout together. Upon crossing a busy road, my patience struck and I began to stress myself in a panic attack. Worried she wasn’t working the way that “i” expected her to. After noticing her begin to invite lock up from feeling the transformation of stress, I broke down on the sidewalk, took her harness off, and laid in the grass with her and allowed our calmness to return to our stride through the town.
The recollection from this moment has always been reminding me to be more at peace
I miss you so much. A real and dedicated friend, worker, and inspiration she is on my life. I anticipate my next chance to take what she’s influenced into my life and bring it forth in a new light with my next pup. .

Guiding Eyes For The Blind

Hilda and I were a part of the May class in 2017.

My heart and the countless others that’s been affected in such warming ways, invites you to sniff over to the website and have new perspective. #GuidingEyes


Todays Meditations

Judgement has been tampered with. Are you not seeing the light.
Normality takes a new meaning. Those birds outside sing to me. My tears off my cheeks. My spirit is out of body. Able to swim freely without a pestering destroyer in my path. I’m okay. Angel? Is that God? His voice echos.
Echoes begin their layering. I’m walking now. A crawling phase has concluded from this chapter.
My first steps. How familiar they are to the touch. These hardwood floors. The cooling surface that emits my senses in the toes.
The smell of that Alaskan season. It glitters and sparks within my nostrils. The creekside window that gave a constant shhhhhhh to my brain’s marathon. I made it.
I decide to board a river side vessel awaiting my Embarkment. I give a gentle gesture of farewell to this beautiful landscape as we ascend into the blue above us. Afraid. closure. Destiny. Short lived. Meaningful. Delicious. Memorable. Heart felt. Dark. My last frontier.
I approach the sides of my vessel. Looking down is an option. Anticipating each foot of my increase in altitude is, too. I hear a beautiful creature whispering voices of the hive as we draw closer to it’s source.
This is special. Being in and out of one’s body. Comprehension towards even the basic of life’s questions. How, why?
Shit if I know. The panorama is strong around my face
We rush forward into a deeper place of peace. A stigma not influenced by those of bias spheres. Only from oneness. Our own imagination and enjoyment towards a place so special to each of our 5. We see what we feel. We can taste what we touch. Yet, we can still hear the sun speak to us given it’s willingness to burn.
I worry to much on another’s perspective. Fear has ruled enough of my pursue. I’ve begun my fight for victory.
.Love You.