Following your joy and creativity in adversity

Take a good look at this rascal, she's a Houdini with four legs! The disappearing acts she has produced in our brief 11 years together would make any illusionist jealous! I could write a whole book competing in length with War and Peace about the variety of ways she has ditched me and joined the list of 'lost and found' walking home a 20 minute route on her own in Charminster, being driven home in an elegant BMW, also in Charminster, rearranging the Christmas decorations in my neighbour's caravan while looking for a pussycat to mess around with, being carried around in the heathlands like a little princess, the list of adventures goes on and on. Looking back I find her escapades hilarious, but usually not while they are happening. This was the case one innocently starting Friday morning. I opened the caravan door to get the leashes for the dogs, but not being quite awake yet after a week of sleeping 5 hours a day by the time I could blink twice the little devil portrayed above had squeezed out the entrance of my awning and disappeared into thin air. Now I'm not very proud to admit this but I don't usually deal very well with situations like this and trying to channel anger and frustration has always challenged me in many ways. However, becoming more and more aware and accepting of things lately I decided to change my course of action and try something more uplifting than panic or reciting all the swear words in all the languages I know. I decided to look at this event as an adventure, as a way to test my intuition, my communication with nature and the universe. There is a lovely elderly lady I visit every day and she said to me that whenever she can't find something in the house she talks to her loved ones who are no longer with her and says 'come on you lot, where is my so and so' and she says it works every time! So I thought what have I got to lose, I sparked up a conversation with my Dad asking him to lead me to Lujzi. The first signal arrived in the shape of a robin, just as I asked my question, the robin landed on an antenna in front of me and pointed its head past my left shoulder. I turned around and headed in that direction and ended up in the field near our reception on site. I looked around, but no sign of Lujzi. I asked again, what now? And the only clue-like thing I could see was two ladies chatting in the shop, so I headed that way and asked them if they had seen her, but no luck, so I was ready to give up this very silly, or so I thought at the time, expedition. Something inside me said to just keep trusting and do something I enjoy. So instead of frantically crawling under caravans and bushes, I headed out onto the heathlands with my other rascal, who at this point was probably bored to tears of looking for her mother and off we went to climb a little hill that has become almost like a daily pilgrimage in our lives. On this hill is a tree that I love to sit under and has witnessed many of my celestial communications I've been practising for my Shakti dance course. So we ran and played and sang and headed back to the caravan, wondering what Lujzi might be up to in the meantime. As I approached the little shop where I had seen the ladies earlier, one of them called out to me. She shouted to me joyfully, that they had found a very muddy Lujzi and that she was already safe and sound in my caravan looking for me! So maybe the second clue wasn't so silly after all and my wish is that I remember this lesson well in the future and respond to the unexpected and frustrating events with creativity and joy, turning disaster into adventure. Thank you Lujzi and Dad :) but no thanks for the muddy pawprints on every inch of my home sweet home! :)