Sometime during
this current gig, Vinnie came in from the backyard with some blood lining the
perimeter of his right eye. After some examining (and a subsequent trip to the
vet the next morning), I found out there were 3 different cuts along his
eyelid. Not huge cuts, but something that I needed to deal with. We left the
vet with some disinfectant and, you guessed it, The Cone of Shame so Vinnie
wouldn’t scratch it as he was healing. (For the reference, see one of the
greatest, cutest, cleverest movies ever created).
I realized that I
needed to take some practical steps with his injury. I needed to clean it every
day, and make sure he was wearing his cone as much as possible, and reduce the
amount of time he roughhoused with the other dogs. (Not only for his protection, but have you ever tried
to wrestle someone who is wearing a cone? Ouch.)
But along with the
practical steps, I needed to take some spiritual steps. I needed to pray for
the little guy. I needed to show him love and tenderness, as Jesus showed the
people that he came into contact with. I needed to see Vinnie as God’s
creation, as a beautiful creature who expressed God-like qualities such as
affection, love, protectiveness towards me, curiosity, energy, zest for life,
tenderness, crazy-puppy-like behavior (okay, that’s not really a God-like
quality, but it’s still pretty endearing…). And I needed to realize that Vinnie
isn’t my dog; he’s God’s dog. Even when I can’t protect him, I know that God
can and will. I needed to remind myself of this, and see that everything is in
God’s control.
One of the
messages that became so clear to me came from a simple line that I’ve
repeatedly told Vinnie over the past week: “Lift your head up.” As he walks around
with this cone, he is continually knocking the bottom of it against stairs, the
floor, furniture, and whatever else happens to be lying around that Vinnie
feels compelled to climb over. And each time he knocks the cone into something,
the edge that is against his neck jabs into him, jolting him out of the intense
focus that he seems to have on his desired destination. After a couple of
collisions, the poor guy just stops where he is, sits down, and looks at me
with a pathetic gaze. I can see the frustration in his face; he just wants to
climb up the stairs and join the other 2 dogs on the deck! Is that too much to
ask? At these times, I find myself saying, “Vinnie, lift your head up, bud.
Lift the cone up.” That’s all it would take, just a slight inclination of his
neck to bring the cone up far enough to clear any object he wants to overtake.
If he’s having a particularly hard time, I will go over to him and gently lift
the cone up myself, grabbing the top rim and tilting it up just enough, while
pulling him slightly forward so he gets the idea that it is now safe to move
ahead.
I feel like I’ve
had a similar experience lately. A few months ago, this past winter, I was
having a hard time moving forward; emotionally, mentally, even maybe a little
physically. I just felt that there were so many issues and so many problems,
and each time I would try to overcome them or try to find a solution, I would
hit a stumbling block. I got jolted backwards, I fell down, I couldn’t get up
again… and if I tried and succeeded in getting up for half a minute, I would
just fall down again, much harder than before. But even with all of these
falls, each time I tried to stand up, I really just wanted to run. I wanted to
reach as high as I could and stretch out my hand as far as it would go… Not
just settle for feeling “all right,” but feel totally back on my feet again and
totally stable, totally full of the life that I knew was inside me, feel the
rainbows-and-balloons sensation of total joy. But I just couldn’t get there.
As I kept falling, again and again, I had so many
people in my life who showed me so much love. Some people could see that I was
falling, and others had no idea but were loving nonetheless, just because they
love continually and unconditionally as part of their nature. And each
expression of love that I experienced touched my heart. I didn’t know what was
happening with me and I felt like I was in a scary place, but quite frequently
there would be an instant, a moment, that was so full of love, and this was
such a support to me. It was definitely the silver lining.
After 6 weeks of
this up-and-down rising-and-falling nonsense, I decided that I was going to
take it slowly. I decided that I wasn’t going to hit the ground running. It
only took Vinnie about 2 days what it took me 6 weeks to learn! (It’s okay… I
don’t mind if Vinnie shows me up from time to time.) Like Vinnie, I was just
going to take it easy, and make sure there wasn’t anything in my way before I
started running. This was my philosophy behind it: When you’re struggling and
not at your optimal performance level, why run straight at a hurdle that you’re
not sure you can clear? If you’re feeling great, feeling ready, then go for it.
But if you’ve fallen down a dozen times recently, start with smaller hurdles.
Go slowly, practice, breathe… and then, when you know you’re ready, take on
that big hurdle!
So I went slowly, and didn’t try any large hurdles…
just the small ones that I was confident I could do. During this time, which
was over several months, I discovered that there were still some things I
needed to figure out. I wasn’t falling down like before, but I was still
bumping into things. I didn’t feel like I was able to move freely, and I didn’t
feel like “Katie Brotten.” I just felt like a toned-down, less energetic, less
“Katie” version of myself. And then one day, I fell down again pretty hard. It
was like before, when I had tried to move too quickly and wasn’t ready… Except
this time I had been moving so slowly, and still fell down! I was immediately jolted
out of the slow, ambling pace that I had been keeping for a number of months. I
thought that by moving slowly, I would be safe, but that was not the case. I
didn’t know what happened, or how to help myself out of it. I was scared.
It was time to make a change. Like Vinnie, I needed to
lift my head up if I was going to clear the obstacles in my path. I just
wouldn’t be able to move forward without doing so. It is one thing to move
carefully and cautiously, but if your head is still down, you are going to bump
into things no matter how slowly you move. And to really be able to take on
life at the speed I wanted to, I was going to need to look up.
At this time, a good friend did something for me,
which, while on a much larger scale, had some similarities to what I did for
Vinnie. Similar to how I tilted the rim of his cone so that he could maneuver
the path and move forward safely, this friend gave me a hand when I most
desperately needed it. Like Vinnie, I was struggling with the most basic steps
forward. I just wanted to stop there, in the middle of the hallway, and just be
done. Not play with the other dogs, not go and get a toy, not go explore the
backyard; just be done. In addition to meeting me where I was, where I had
fallen, to give me a gentle lift to my feet, she also helped me see the
different options that I could take and prompted me to move forward on my own
path. And above all, she reminded me where the true source of everything good
is; she helped me lift my thought to God. I was reminded that there is so much
more when we just look up. We do not have to be stuck in one spot, to forever
bump up against obstacles and become immobilized by the “cones” that we wear,
whether we choose to wear them or they are placed upon us in one way or another.
There is indeed a way to move forward, many ways, and if we try a path and it
doesn’t work, we must move on to the next one. And the whole time, we can lift
our gaze and our thoughts and our energy upward… This is essential in moving
forward.
Vinnie gets his cone off in a couple of days, and
he’ll be back to the wild and crazy kid I love; unobstructed and unfettered by
anything that would dare to stand in his way. And I’m taking my cone off too;
it doesn’t suit me. But, regardless of the tough times spent stumbling and
falling, I have such an immense feeling of gratitude. It’s astounding to me how
much gratitude I have felt during this time, the toughest time I have ever
experienced in my life. I am grateful for the opportunity to learn from these
experiences, and to learn more about myself and about God. I am grateful for
the love that was so overpowering and so present in those times, the love from
God, from friends, from family. And I’m so grateful for every kind word, smile,
expression of love, and for every person who reached down and lifted my cone up
a bit, helped me to keep my eyes on God as I continue to move forward.