In the backyard, still covered by a thin layer of snow, the weather feeling more like spring than winter, we play. Bowing, running, chasing, wrestling, biting, bumping into each other, rolling around, barking/laughing, with a single toy and big love connecting us, all of us awake and alive, together in this shining, brilliant moment, “soft and unrepeatable,” (Mark Nepo).
I’m surprised to find you sleeping under my desk. I had been working and hadn’t noticed you there, either didn’t see you come in or had already forgotten it. I hear you sigh and shift before I see you. I am so happy that you are there, are still here, comfortably resting, but also sad that I hadn’t realized, been aware of you. This is how you are in my life, constant and present, even when I get too busy and don’t remember to notice, and this is how you will be, until the day when finally you are not.
Open Space Practice, (AKA: A Thousand Shades of Gray) 