We had the first snow of the season last night. This picture of Dexter is from three years ago, from a walk we took with Obi during one of his last snows, because right now it’s still dark outside, too dark to get a new picture. I didn’t think Dexter would live long enough to see another snow, but there he was this morning with it melting into his soft fur.
Maybe I should let go of knowing, of being sure about anything, of trying to figure things out. It is wisdom–“only don’t know,” beginners mind, non-judgement. What else might I discover if I surrender to uncertainty, to change, to impermanence? What other magic moments are waiting there, previously unseen, unnoticed, unlived? What medicine, what relief or wisdom, what other secrets lie hidden in a flake of melting snow?