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 ❤