Oxford defines “Guru” as the following, (Hinduism and Buddhism) a spiritual teacher, especially one who imparts initiation, from Hindi and Punjabi, from Sanskrit guru ‘weighty, grave’ (compare with Latin gravis ), hence ‘elder, teacher’.
My dog Pika, aka The Pi, was my Guru. Aged before her time, with flecks of grey hair on her face even as a young dog, The Pi often embodied a stern expression with absolutely no tolerance for fools of any species. So how She chose me to impart Her Wisdom and Lessons I have no idea, other than, like me, She embraced a “soul/student” who lacked the ability to see their own hidden Divine Potential.
This book is my journey following Pika’s departure from this World and on to the next. It is the unabashed telling of the lost human I became immediately following The Pi’s death. The angry, injured soul with no teacher and no foreseeable purpose. The Hard Learned Lessons that came out of all of it as The Pi continued to teach from above all She put in place while on Earth.
A humorous weaving of Self destruction and bad behavior along an injury filled journey by a Soul destined to choose the Hardest Paths only to come out the other side. In so doing, by sharing perhaps other Wandering Souls will journey or choose a Path less cobbled, via The Lessons of Pi.
