Two years ago I came back from my vision quest on Naitauba Island, Fiji, with resolve to be authentic. At its best, that’s the daily practice of letting go of who I think I’m supposed to be and embracing who I am.
I brought back four guidelines, maxims to live by: (1) swim naked (2) turn towards home (3) certainty exists only in the closed mind (4) stop weaving and watch the pattern improve.
As I write this blog post in the cool New Mexico morning breeze, I recognize all over again how the Scotties in my life are embodiments of my maxims. They never wear masks: they are simply and only themselves, good, bad, or ugly. Their inner-gyro never forgets home. To them each day is surprise and any moment an adventure. Life, to my dogs, is not what they plan, it’s what they LIVE one moment, one adventure at a time. They seize the thread of Life and run with it, letting the ‘pattern’ become whatever it will be.
I had to go to Fiji to break myself open to discover the truths resident in my Scotties’ fur coats, had to become a poet-mole burrowing through the soil of pain to mine the gold they wear effortlessly.
My Scotties simply manifest what they are: great-souled beings full of the audacity of authenticity.
No wonder I call them teachers and angels unawares, to light my way.
Joseph Harvill, publisher Great Scots Magazine