I was thinking today about how many jobs Sam has: storm sewer inspector, squirrel and cat herder, neighborhood patrol, people walker, pee-mail editor, personal trainer, kitchen sanitation, couch warmer, bathroom attendant, alarm clock, and therapist. He has no idea that in two more days he’s going to be promoted to puppy sitter.
Sitting in meditation, a dog outside barks. It’s a sound filled with joy, excitement, energy. It must feel so good to bark, to open up and release the full measure of your voice — feeling it rise from deep in your belly, fill your chest and buzz past your heart, through your throat and out your wide open mouth, your body and mind for that one moment focused completely on the music of your own voice, the energy of your own being.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 