Explain it again … so Rudolph ate all of my presents …

Explain it again … so Rudolph ate all of my presents …

There is always light. And if you can’t find the light outside, look for the light inside. Allow yourself to connect with your inner light again. The one that shines and sparkles and touches other beings in this warm and loving way. Even if you think it’s been a long time: This light is still there. Go find it. It’s more than worth it.
We dogs know about that light. We sparkle and glow all day long. 😉

Hemlo Hoowoman, is the Hooman coming back? Is he? Is he coming back soon? Is he? Is he coming back?

When in doubt always go with love. Go with what feels soft and warm. Even if it scares you to open your heart that much. It’s safe. I know this. We dogs do this all the time. We love unconditionally. So we know it’s safe. And it’s a lot safer than trying to “protect” yourself from getting hurt. And therefore not going into your heart. We dogs call this stupid. If you don’t love you could be a brick. We dogs love. And when somebody tries to hurt us, we bark and gnarl until he goes away. It’s really easy. Just love. Allow yourself to feel this deep feeling. Yes, even if you have to cry. It’s all good. Always has been. It’s all good.
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Feeling light and joyful has nothing to do with the world outside. But everything with your world inside. Noboby “makes” you feel anything. It’s just how you trained yourself to react. The good thing is: You can decide to react differently – now – and be in the world with a feeling of love and compassion. You can decide to listen to your inner guidance system again that whispers to you all the time … “It’s all good. Stop the fighting. Remember what you really are you beautiful devine being”.
Otherwise I just might be stepping ahead because I want that yummy treat over there … 😉
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#plankton

Wait … do I smell cow ear treats on that sled over there? Hey Santa Paws, I’ve been a really good boy. I mean … most of the time at least. Can you … like come over here? I am doing a sit. Can’t come …
Bouyu bomma bay woe bee?
Plankton and his „Bommel“.
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