March Madness

I am here for a reason, albeit at times I am unsure if I should be. The stillness and isolation is settling in now, and it is a season of much reflection. Much time in the mind, the consciousness, the depth of what I am, and what I am not. Making peace seems to be the key – that whole wisdom to know the difference, but I prefer elasticity. Not only is it the tool I use for consultations, I prefer to think that old dogs can learn new tricks, versus settling into one’s ways.

My old dog, fifteen plus as he is, can no longer rise the stairs on his own. Often, he cannot lift his back end to land safely upon the couch. He still has a floor bed in the corner where afternoon sun hits, but his preference is upstairs with me at night, and on the couch when I consult, for he can look up the loft to see me whenever he wants to sense such presence.

The old boy, a non barker, sighs, taps his feet now, and after a bit of trust realignment, fully expects me to aid his hips onto the couch, on demand, and same for rising to the loft. Rather than change his behavior of where and when to sleep, he changed his interaction with me. Elasticity. If a fifteen year old hound can manage it, so too can I.

I will adapt to why I am here, and continue to learn what I must learn. It is a process. A path, at times, I wish I was not upon, but it is what it is. I used to hate that sentiment, but, it is what it is.