Early morning walk
My dog wants only to be still
Breathing the dew
Can you believe I actually wrote that? I’ve been dabbling in poetry and feel especially drawn to haiku. There’s something about its simplicity. By not commentating, the poet allows the reader to visualize the image and its meaning for him- or herself.
It’s very personal. But since this is a blog, I’ll comment on it.
One morning, Rico and I visited a Civil War battlefield. A walking meditation somewhere like that inspires me to practice being aware of the beauty around me and he gets to absorb whatever he can get his nose into.
Rico literally moved from dew-covered grass blade to dew-covered grass blade. Since we weren’t going anywhere fast, I watched the sun peek over the Blue Ridge Mountain range. Its glow spread over both the hayfield and the sky toward us like a stroke of pink watercolor.
I’ve seen time-lapsed video of flowers blooming, etc., but something about watching beauty grow and change in slow-motion but in real time … there are no words.
Had my dogs not spent their lives teaching me how to slow down, I would have never witnessed it. Or been uplifted by the gratitude it instilled in me.
If your dog seems more interested in poking around than in walking, follow his lead. Stop and smell the roses. Or the morning dew. You might discover a whole new world.
Thanks for stopping by.