Out on A Leash: Exploring the Nature of Reality and Love

By Shirley MacLaine
Published by Atria Books
October 2003; 23.95$US/$37.95CAN; 0-7434-8506-8

"This book is about hearing a deeper song of being that has made me more optimistic about what the future of life on this planet could be. It is based on the truth as I see it, and as it has been shown to me through the eyes of a dog. More to the point, I’m having a new experience with love. I have deeply enjoyed the love of children, friends, lovers, a husband, work, creativity, fame, travel, success, money, politics, controversy, and even struggle. But the love that has come to me through Terry is an exultant confirmation that love exists in many realities and forms, all of them longing to be acknowledged through wisdom, humor, simplicity, silence, and the wordless language of the heart. Here is an account of what Terry is teaching me, now that I am taking time to listen."

--Shirley MacLaine

From the internationally bestselling author and beloved actress comes a brilliantly fun-loving and inspiring story of unconditional love.

Shirley MacLaine has found a perfect love in the furry bundle of irresistible canine charms that is Terry. With her winning terrier ways and an endless wellspring of love with no strings attached, Terry has succeeded in doing what no one before her ever has: slowing Shirley’s peripatetic travels, shifting the actress/author’s global axis to hearth and home. Now there are few greater pleasures for Shirley than being with Terry on her ranch or on a New York street, romping on the beach together, or sharing a long plane ride to a new location for making a film. With Terry by her side, Shirley sees the world in new ways she never thought possible.

As we join Shirley and Terry we see through their eyes how they each provide a window for exploring the nature of love. Together they shared at least one past life in ancient Egypt, and possibly more. Together, too, they seek to understand world events today: Are we beginning to fulfill the ancient biblical prophecies? Is Armageddon looming? And of course there is Terry as a constant gateway to spirit, to being fully in each moment, to that boundless love that surpasses all understanding. In a unique twist that makes this book such a delight, we see Terry’s point of view on Shirley’s domestic and inner life, as the terrier’s mistress continually questions the deeper nature of reality.

This book is an utterly charming, witty, and ultimately wise memoir of one of the truly remarkable women of our time. Out on a Leash is an irresistible bonbon for the legions of MacLaine readers, and for dog lovers everywhere.

Author

Shirley MacLaine, Oscar winner, three-time Emmy winner, and ten-time Golden Globe winner, has appeared in more than fifty films, has been nominated for an Academy Award six times, and received the Oscar for Best Actress in 1984. A longtime outspoken advocate for civil rights and liberties, women’s rights, and spiritual understanding, Shirley MacLaine has sold more than twenty million copies of her nine international bestsellers, which include her most recent success, The Camino.

For more information, please visit the author’s Web site at: www.shirleymaclaine.com or visit writtenvoices.com.

Excerpt

The following is an excerpt from the book Out on A Leash: Exploring the Nature of Reality and Love

by Shirley MacLaine

Published by Atria; October 2003; $23.95/$37.95CAN; 0-7434-8506-8

Copyright © 2003 Shirley MacLaine

Shirley

I love to walk. I’ve done so much rigorous exercise in order to stay in shape for dancing that I’m happy to take it slower in my advancing years. LSD walking, I call it: Long, Slow, Distance walking. I’m learning to allow the path to become the journey. In this way I’m not only savoring the exquisite beauty of nature but also the pleasures of ruminating, of sifting and sorting through my own thoughts and feelings.

With Terry accompanying me I’m learning there are many dimensions to being alive that I never considered before, simply because I always felt it necessary to have a purpose. When I walked across northern Spain (the Santiago de Compostela Camino) I realized how much of an overachiever I was. I’m learning how to let that go, and walking, especially with Terry, has helped me do so. Walking has become a form of meditation. I can’t say I’ve attained the ability to walk without having a single thought, but I am enjoying the new experience of just being. I’m learning that from Terry.

I would like to be able to happily walk without knowing where I’m going. I would like to be able to walk farther than is safe. I would like to walk away, to let myself off my own leash to be in a place where my thoughts and feelings can exist solely for their own sakes. Terry can do that already. She has a sense of peace that I aspire to. There’s nothing like a dog to help you know who you are—and what you’re capable of being.

When Terry and I are in Malibu one of our favorite pleasures is taking a long walk on the beach. I’m no longer surprised when Terry begins to jump with excitement as soon as I just think about going to the beach. Often she seems to know my thoughts before I do. By the time I’ve put on my sun hat Terry is down the stairs and out on the sand. For the next few minutes she leaps and barks until I throw something she can chase. When my sense of balance is challenged I negotiate a little moonwalk to avoid stepping on Terry dancing underfoot, which excites her even more.

Terry’s favorite beach activity is chasing wet sand, so I pick up a long-handled scoop that I’ll use to fling the sand as far out in front of me as I can. Terry will then run like a streak of furry lightning, her paws barely touching the ground, to launch herself twisting and twirling on the ocean breeze to catch every possible grain of sand. I don’t need to stock up on Frisbees, or rubber balls, or anything else a pet store has to offer. Wet sand is all she wants. When we pass other beach walkers, they stare in disbelief at what Terry does in the air, and at the rudimentary nature of her chasing toy. She likes the sand because all the other dogs like balls and sticks. I don’t mind; not only do I get a good upper body workout this way, I also never have to bend over to retrieve anything. Terry would never lower herself to bring an object back to lie at my feet anyway. Such an act would be demeaning.

Terry stops unexpectedly, still as a perched statue on the beach in front of me, and waits for me to catch up. This gives me the opportunity to step into a fast-paced stride. I reach Terry and keep right on going. She, meantime, maintains her frozen stance, which finally forces me to turn back to get her. She loves interrupting my stride.

When another dog approaches, Terry simply sets her ears in antenna position and waits. If the new dog seems friendly, Terry’s tail wags like a runaway metronome and she romps to meet her new friend. If the dog looks hostile, Terry waits for the dog to reach her, then rolls over on her back and flattens her ears in supplication, allowing the dog to have his way with her. This is actually a form of seduction. Today she allowed a big German shepherd to believe he was in control, and then she bounded to her feet and began to play. The huge male was astonished and thrown off balance. Sometimes she keeps playing until the game becomes a romp, but today she simply trotted off, leaving the huge shepherd abandoned and confused, a helpless giant.

Terry

I love to play on the beach with my MM. Sometimes when I’m chasing sand I will see huge dogs come bounding toward me. I always roll over on my back and let them think they are in charge. But I have this act down. MM knows it too. She’s never concerned for me because she knows that in the end TERRY RULES.

It’s people in uniforms who sometimes bother me. Once the Dog Police came out on the beach to arrest me and take me to dog jail because I didn’t have my leash on. I knew what they were thinking so I jumped into my MM’s arms and started my shivering act. MM was furious; she held me close and screamed at them. She called them Fascists and threatened to sue them if they hurt me. They were very upset by her behavior and turned away, leaving me safe. I licked my MM’s face and understood more than ever how much she loves me. She knows that as we walk through this lifetime together I am her spiritual teacher. She is out on my leash . . . my spiritual leash.

I love to walk on the beach when the sun goes into the water. Sometimes this means the moon will go up soon. If it goes up tonight maybe I can use it to teach MM more about the light of reflection. After all, everything is a reflection. Although I’m happy here in Malibu I can’t wait to go to our ranch in New Mexico because there are other kinds of reflections there: reflections of trees and birds and insects and shadows from the rocky mountains and hills, and of course reflections from my family of dog friends. And there are no humans in uniforms.

Copyright © 2003 Shirley MacLaine

For more information, please visit the author’s Web site at: www.shirleymaclaine.com or visit writtenvoices.com.