Mar 22, 2014 Awake in Real Time: Coffee-induced Meditations and Journal Entries

Spring-Dog

(Chronicles of Holly — End of Week Five)

©By Vijaya Sundaram

March 22, 2014

Today, a breath of warmth and coolth wafted over our backyard.

A signal it was, a promise of, as we like to say, new beginnings.

It’s a contradiction, though, because, once there’s been a beginning, it’s the only one of its kind.  Still, quibbling aside, it felt like a new beginning, a sense of  green shoots of our dead selves pushing up anew through the ground,

Our memories being short-term, we welcome the first breath of Spring, as if we’ve known no other.  Despite this, an ancestral memory stirs our blood, and our nostrils flare.  If we had paws and a snout and a tail, we’d know what to do — we’d pad over to the back door, scratch eagerly, be let out and chase our tails and perhaps, a bird for the sheer joy of being alive on a spring day.

A dog is good for this.

A dog knows what to do.  There are no agonies of indecision, no “Should I do this, or something else more mundane and tedious?”

So, this morning, I embraced my inner Dog and my real Pup, and we sallied forth into a cool, bright Spring day.  Holly was happy, and her tail was a flag of pride and pleasure.  Her snout took in everything.  Her paws seemed to just lightly touch the earth — she seemed to be fashioned out of sky and air and rain-cloud.   Her eyes were bright, and she grinned in her imp-like way.  We walked to the park.

You can imagine the rest.

———————————– Another new Beginning ——————————–

Tags: Chronicles of Holly continued, Spring-days with pup, Walk to the park with dog