These Comforts of Soul.

I watched a small pack of puppies playing inside a fenced yard the other day. The morning was still somewhat overcast; the evening rain having left its mark in pockets of icy-cold discouragement.

Yet, nothing could dissuade their course; nor, quell the ‘symphony’ of their amusements.

Over and back they raced, through the patched fields of elderberry and clover. Stopping only to admire the workings of a clockwise turning mechanical rooster perched 15 feet from ground.

And when the heftiest of ample-bellied n’er do wells splashed there were no admonishments of his ‘social blunder’. Instead only the yip-yap yammerings of their encouragement. And, delivering their warning:

“Turn away, turn away!! Adventures not for feint of heart!!”

Oh, to know the courage effected through fattened pads – and the ease by which they greet their day.

And, who are we to judge their play? How arrogant, we humans, to consider luxury a better measure of peace.

Than that of a snoozing pup; their dreams, now a mirror yielding the greater comforts of soul.

Namaste ❤

About

Tara Lemieux is a mindful wanderer, and faithful stargazer. Although she often appears to be listening with great care, rest assured she is most certainly‘forever lost in thought. She is an ardent explorer and lover of finding things previously undiscovered or at the very least mostly not-uncovered.

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