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<\/a>Mac communes with blushing dolphin<\/p><\/div>\n
When I turn Mac over in the morning, I usually ask him how he slept and whether he had any interesting dreams. He talks to me, too, in \u201chappy Mac sounds,\u201d and I answer, \u201cReally? You don\u2019t say! Oh, not THAT!\u201d<\/p>\n
As I get him ready for the day \u00a0he cooperates as best he can. Or not.<\/p>\n
I pull him into his chair from his bed with ease now. I used to not be as good at it, to say the least. We did some unintended yoga \u00a0now and then. Mac had to put up with me. \u00a0He looked pretty worried at times. Trust is a very important part of Mac\u2019s life every moment. It has to be. I\u2019m so glad he trusts me now.<\/p>\n
His mother says \u00a0Mac is \u201cliterally an example of blind faith.\u201d When you watch Mac, you can see how true that is. In even the routine events of the day he has to practice faith, and patience. He more often than not shows great sweetness, \u00a0even sacrifice, forbearance, generosity and love.<\/p>\n
For a goofy example, he will wear hats and glasses just for me. His mother says I am the only person he does that for. He does it to please and amuse me even though he doesn’t like it at all. He will even laugh with me the whole time, just because I am happy.<\/p>\n
I realized these virtues of Mac’s are choices he makes. He has been pressed hard to make these choices by necessity every day, but the choice to be virtuous and loving has been his.<\/p>\n
Eating is the hardest thing he does all day. It takes all his concentration. It\u2019s hard for him to get his mouth and tongue to do what he wants them to do. He gives it his best most of the time.<\/p>\n
He has apparently decided, however, \u00a0that the food had better be worth the trouble. He makes sure I have a chance to practice patience too, when I feed him.<\/p>\n
\u201cOK, Mac, PILL!\u201d He knows what that means and reluctantly opens his mouth for me. At first I had a hard time getting his pills down him. I kept putting pills in the wrong place on his tongue, spilling water so it went up his nose, and generally making the process more difficult than necessary. This was hard on both of us. He was mad at me sometimes. But after a little while he would forgive me and lean his head on me to show it.<\/p>\n
The day \u00a0the pills went down without a hitch, he crowed with joy. He leaned his head against my arm and nuzzled me–the Mac hug. I felt like the best kid in class. I laughed and he laughed too.<\/p>\n
I speak English, Mac speaks Mac, and we both speak music. When I turn him over on his stomach and put on some music he likes, \u00a0he arches up, raising and swinging his torso, lifting up against the outward curve of his \u201cC\u201d shaped back, pushing with his elbow a bit to stretch higher. He reminds me of a dolphin leaping from the water. He may begin whooping and howling. I like to howl with him. He thinks that is funny and laughs contagiously. Sometimes we raise quite a ruckus and the dogs come running in, barking. \u00a0His \u00a0“Macnastics” \u00a0dance to his favorite song (on repeat) in the morning is an uncontainable Alleluia– joy concentrate.<\/p>\n
A big part of our day is listening to music. \u00a0He pays close attention, usually, to any new music I play for him. If he loves it he will sing with it, which might sound a little more like screaming to the uninitiated. If you knew Mac though, you would be able to tell that it is beautiful and soulful.<\/p>\n
Mac loves the wind. He especially loves a sudden gust that rushes against his face. He will sing to a breeze like that. He lunges in his chair with happiness when the wind brings leaves scuttling across the driveway. If he is like me, and maybe he is, he likes the way the wind seems to fill his soul and lift his spirit. Or his happiness with the wind could be something completely unique to the Mac-iverse that we will never know.<\/p>\n
<\/a>Me and my Guru<\/p><\/div>\n
Sometimes on our walks I gather rose petals and sprinkle them over his head. He can\u2019t see the petals or even what I am doing but he smiles gently, as if he appreciates the love.<\/p>\n
In the afternoon I like to do my meditation with Mac\u2019s feet in my hands. He seems to know to be silent with me then, unless he needs something or is uncomfortable. Then he isn’t silent.<\/p>\n
He has his faults, like anyone. I won’t make a list of those because I’m pretty happy with him right now and he is pretty happy with me at the moment too. We’ll just keep it that way.<\/p>\n
Sitting quietly with Mac, his funky little feet warm in my hands, the sun spilling through the windows, the dogs sleeping nearby, is rather heavenly.<\/p>\n
When his family comes home Mac lights up as if all the love in the world is right here at his house. \u00a0It does seem that way, they are so crazy about him, too. \u00a0I feel privileged to be let in on the love they have going there.<\/p>\n
What is it like to be Mac? How much does he “understand” in the way we define it? \u00a0Mac does not \u201cdo\u201d much by the world’s standards. But he participates in and lives life. He loves and is loved. His soul has beauty, purpose, and wisdom of its own.<\/p>\n
There are so many things \u00a0Mac can\u2019t do but I hardly ever think about that. I\u2019m fascinated by what he can do, what he might be doing, and how much he shows me what it is to live, to be human, to be a child of God. He teaches me things I thought I knew. Mac is a shining light of every truth he lives.<\/p>\n
I have \u00a0finally received the true initiation from my 23-year old guru, his highest honor, the Mac kiss. I’m going to smile all day. You would too. I think he just taught me all I need to know.<\/p>\n
Mac really is my guru. \u00a0His teaching is simple but profound. Everybody has a soul<\/strong>, that you can connect with by love. Everyone has love within them.<\/strong> Everyone has a mission<\/strong> from God<\/strong> and is loved, loved, loved by God.<\/strong> We all “know” this. But to see this, really see it, is to be in Heaven already. And in Heaven nobody cares if you drool a little. That’s how it should be.<\/p>\n