Sunday, December 14, 2008
Every once in a great while, in the midst of my day, I will look down and see Honey. She might be hunting under furniture, or playing with a toy, or resting by herself. I will suddenly see her, not just as the little dog that lives at my feet, but as all of her--the life she is, the gift she is. I will stop what I am doing and get on the floor with her, and as I kneel down, for a moment she is startled and surprised. She lowers her head, tucks in her body as if in honor, welcoming me to her world. It's as if she is saying, thank you for visiting, thank you for remembering I am down here.