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Zulu the Guru

Today, the owner of the house buys a puppy. This cute little furby happens to be a Rottweiler cross breed. Her name is Zulu and she has the energy of a perma-charged Duracell bunny. Like most puppies, her jaws are magnetised to every kind of object she can sink her teeth into, including my ankles.

At the moment I’m living in an open-air jungle home in Ubud, focusing on documenting my trip across India and meditating. After so much guidance from Indian yogis, I came to Bali to rest and digest the direct knowledge that we are not the mind or the body alone but are pure awareness itself.

The perfect One reflects the Truth everyday; The seasons remind us that this world is compelled to evolve through a cycle of death and renewal.

Plants are a beautiful metaphor for the Infinite Creator with their leaves and petals sprouting from the centre, just like the Source.  Even the unrehearsed melodies of the songbirds remind me of the purity of spontaneous creation, helping me to trust ‘the flow’ with my creative projects and life in general.

How wise the life is.

But damn! This puppy is once again disturbing my peace!

We made a barricade at the top of the steps so she sleeps upstairs, but she has been finding new ways to escape every night. With the crash from the collapsing fence, a bang as she bounces onto the roof and a boom as she knocks over the flower pots, we wake up at 3 a.m…again.

Every time she escapes, she bolts down into our room, rampaging through the mosquito net and jumps into bed with her muddy paws. We are woken from our slumber by her slobbering tongue licking our faces and her rabid jaws chewing our noses. Not at this hour!This is been going on for two long weeks.

If only I could get some decent sleep!

All right, all right! I get up to feed and play with her. Within seconds, she jumps and bites into my hand like a chew toy. I have the puncture wounds to prove it. Giving up, I walk to the fridge to feed Houdini. My foot splashes into a fresh puddle of puppy pee. No! Holding her nose near the yellow water, telling her ‘bad doggie’, I pick her up by the scruff and march her outside. Her little body hanging passively off my outstretched arm with her big brown eyes darting around confused as if to say “what did I do now? I just want to play!”

After breakfast she runs downstairs to check on Christy who is still waking up. Instantly there is an echo of “No Zulu, no!”. She is chewing on her socks and toes again. I stride downstairs and evict her from the room, fuming.

Why am I so angry? This Life is the One guru, so what am I missing here?

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It seems this little bundle of fun is helping me to purge suppressed anger from my long held resistance against the perfection of the present moment. Thank you is the response for this lesson. “Oh you little devil, I love you!” The embers of frustration slowly go out as I stop trying to fight the angry feelings and instead allowed myself to feel it and let it pass.

Nobody should try to manage another life form for their personal comfort.

A paternal instinct arose for this lovable Scrappy-Doo as she reminds me also that play, patience and fun are worthy virtues that are often forgotten in this world.

There are many lessons in this dynamic life but only One Guru. As long as you allow the experience to happen without resisting, the abundance of love and wisdom flows.

Remember, there’s always more than meets the eye.

The next day the owner buys a huge crate with toys and a carpet for Zulu to sleep during the night. Looks like the important lesson came just in time.

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Thank you Zulu, you little guru for your puppy power.