David Kanigan’s post arrived this morning. I’m turning to it after events this afternoon. P.S. David writes from Canada.
I pause under that summer tree, the one that feels like a friend, as my dog wonders why we’ve stopped. She was trotting in such rhythm. But when this still, I wonder what part of me, way down, remains untouched by dream or memory? What drop of being remains out of reach of the opinions of others? When up close, each thing reveals its shimmer. And it’s the unexpected closeness that holds everything together. The light spreads across my dog’s face, her eyes so devoted to wherever I want to go.
Can I be this devoted to the pull of life?
~ Mark Nepo, from “Speechless” in Things That Join the Sea and the Sky: Field Notes on Living
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