I stare at the picture. It is that of a lovely water lily from my pond. I love the color; a couple of water drops but what I like most is the imperfection in that lovely flower. My little pond like other water bodies is also messy and these lilies sprout year after year, rising above all the muck and mud and giving joy reminding me, yes you got it right – to rise above. Talking of rising above, my new puppy the younger one usually teased to possess just four brain cells is experiencing his first snow. He is such a dog I tell you – if you know what I mean and if you know what it means. When we got him, my veterinarian turns to me and says “S, congratulations! Finally, you will get to enjoy a real dog in your life!” Do not get me wrong. I love my Toby, but he is half human- again if you know what I mean. I am afraid he might have even learnt spellings of his favorite words too, going by his expression when we talk at home in “spelling”. So, like I was saying my younger pup who is lovingly named “Junior” has not inherited any of those special traits. He lives by commands, respects boundaries and acts by pure animal instinct, walking with trepidation in his first snow, gaining some confidence and stepping right on to the iced over pond! I shove my head out and yell “June, no! You are no Jesus, you will drown!” thinking of that lizard, the Jesus Christ lizard Junior for his part, gives me that look of “whatever” and walks across, thankfully without any mishap. Toby, sensing my worry goes out and sniffs around Junior seemingly telling him something and since then Junior has not ventured ‘into’ the pond despite the vast whiteness around it and in it, eliminating the lines between the earth and water. He seems to have figured to rise above the pond and keep clear, thanks to Toby! DD is busy making chocolate covered strawberries, with some cookies in the oven. It is after all white and cold outside. Baking is the way to keep the house and heart warm. As I walk in to get some water, she says “Ah! It is so nice to work in the kitchen without the pupparazzi”. I love her sense of humor I tell you. Yes, you heard it right – pupparazzi . Pups you see have been playing in the snow instead of their usual waiting patiently in the kitchen following the person around while I was shoveling, and while I have been shoveling, I have been contemplating - contemplating on “Waiting for an opportunity to feel offended”. Yes! Something had happened the previous evening that had me upset and me trying to be the bigger person by letting go, questioning though if I am really offended or if I am looking for an opportunity to feel offended. Whenever I think on these lines, my yoga teacher always comes to mind. I should in reality think of Dr.Dyer who talks about it quite a bit. My yoga teacher has this habit of picking a student for demonstration – to show how to do a pose and how sometimes even though we want to do right, cannot you know, because of let’s say ‘little Tyrannosaurus arms’. What I have learnt though is that when she is picking a/on a student, she is not looking at you as a person, an individual with feelings and emotions. To her at that moment, you are just a body. She is only looking at you for a demonstration of the pose, of ‘a’ body doing the pose and if you take it personally, well your loss – God help you. Bless her heart. She truly has no issues with you as a person, ever, at all. That is where on that mat so long ago, I learnt not to look for opportunities to feel offended, if anything that mat has taught me to learn, to let go and move on. If you didn’t know, I love crawling on to that mat! As I come back into the house, the pupparazzi follow me . I smile, thinking of all the times they come running, always ready to greet with their wagging tails. DD comes from the kitchen squealing to greet them, telling them how much she has missed them, asking if they had a good time outside. I don’t know what that hullabaloo is all about - I love my pupparazzi, especially on days I ruminate so much! They are the only ones who can make me feel so loved!