Raw, adjective: 11. unprocessed or unevaluated
I saw this bumper sticker on the back of an SUV on Polk St. this morning on the way home from yoga, and it made me smile. Not in that annoying puppy-obsessed "dogs are the meaning of life" kind of way that you see amongst the preppy Marina chicks carrying miniature pups in huge handbags and buying $7000 sweaters for their ugly-ass rat chihuahuas. But in that, "Oh, isn't that wise; another way to put a down-to-earth spin on the whole balance between happiness and drama that most people struggle to find" kind of way.
One of the greatest revelations in studying all this yoga philosophy and Buddhist theory over the years has been the truism that we create our own drama. That we can choose to be content, or we can choose to be mentally obsessed with the imagined injustices of our own lives (and super-vocal about that, in many cases; always talking about how "stressed" we are, how "miserable," how nothing seems to go our way).
Lately I feel hyper-aware of how easy it is to live without drama if we're aware of ourselves and our monkey minds; how clean and clear and simple life is, if we let it be; and how quickly we can be sucked into that Hungry Ghost mindset, that always-grasping, always-craving, always-bitching mode. It really takes intention to live outside of the constantly-unsatisfied model that our culture tends to reinforce. Intention, and practice. Just like anything else worth doing.
So wag more, bark less. Watch more, listen more, breathe more, observe more; complain less, talk less, over-analyze less, bitch less. Pun intended.