…is no small affair. I went to a friend’s birthday party this weekend where there was this beautiful dog, Tulaila, who although blind, loved to play fetch. Not in the way a seeing dog will play, she doesn’t ‘catch’ her stick, but she finds it by sound and smell. Over and over again, she’d bring the stick to me, I’d throw it, and she’s find it without fail. Into the darkness of night, but to her, all is dark, and yet, she’s not limited. She recognized my voice each time.
If there ever was an inspiration for overcoming ‘limitations’ it was my precious interaction with her. Her owners said that she had sight when they adopted her, but due to a degenerative condition, she eventually became blind. But the rest of her carries on and she’s happy as any dog would be.
Lately I’ve been doing a bit of writing and contemplating on the ego, how it functions, how it limits us and how in animals it doesn’t exist. At least, not the extent it manifests in our human beingness.
Thank you Tulaila for the reminder that what might be perceived as an obstacle is merely an adjustment.