I like to spend a lot of my time on the front porch, looking off into the distance of the sky, while summer sings around me.
I meditate on the passing of seasons, the scent of flowers and the aging of children. I've become a familiar sight to some. Mothers and children wave to me as they walk by on the sidewalk. I've been with my family four years now. Some of the children walking by now were mere babies in the carriage when their mothers first waved to me. Some of those children still hang off of the same carriage, holding tight while a parent pushes the new sibling around the block. A summer stroll... One of those simple gifts of childhood; of family-hood.
The sky is ever changing and ever the same. Fluffy sheep clouds, wispy horse tails, fishy scales. Sometimes the clouds pile and tumble until they rumble, turning all grey and blue in their toil. Time passes. Things always change and yet they are seldom different. Sometimes we forget to reflect on the treasure of each day.
I'm not the deepest dog; I'm no Ralph Waldo Emerson of canine-dom, no Confucius of the animal kingdom. Yet, even I can see that time is passing and, although I have years and years before me, I should never decline to enjoy my NOW.
I meditate on the passing of seasons, the scent of flowers and the aging of children. I've become a familiar sight to some. Mothers and children wave to me as they walk by on the sidewalk. I've been with my family four years now. Some of the children walking by now were mere babies in the carriage when their mothers first waved to me. Some of those children still hang off of the same carriage, holding tight while a parent pushes the new sibling around the block. A summer stroll... One of those simple gifts of childhood; of family-hood.
The sky is ever changing and ever the same. Fluffy sheep clouds, wispy horse tails, fishy scales. Sometimes the clouds pile and tumble until they rumble, turning all grey and blue in their toil. Time passes. Things always change and yet they are seldom different. Sometimes we forget to reflect on the treasure of each day.
I'm not the deepest dog; I'm no Ralph Waldo Emerson of canine-dom, no Confucius of the animal kingdom. Yet, even I can see that time is passing and, although I have years and years before me, I should never decline to enjoy my NOW.
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