Under our feet
I'm sitting in the shade in the outline of what will be the foundation of my long- planned shack-in-the-back, drinking a bottle of water and watching Bea and her friend Molly quite literally dancing on Tater's grave.
To the uninformed eye it might have looked like wrestling but I know pure dog joy when I see it and they were really dancing, feeling good, and enjoying life. It sounds stupid but seriously - they were absolutely engaged in the present, they were in flow.
I felt so happy seeing that. I still miss him and it feels good to see new life growing and enjoying its existence. They are not thinking about the past, I'm pretty sure.
I actually love that expression, "to dance on one's grave." I know it's meant to refer to the happiness you feel in an enemy's defeat, but to me it always seems like a happy thought to know that some living person would be around after I'm gone, dancing and feeling happy, and that they might include me in the moment too by doing it on my grave.
It seems like the greatest compliment or honor you could offer a dead person, living well and with intention.
I guess that's what dogs don't do - they do seem to know how to live well, they just don't THINK about it.
Anyway, I started to mentally blog about it (the dogs are back for round 2 of wrestle mania / love Fest), thinking about how everyone who has ever lived is still here in body if not in life - and so the whole world is in a way, a graveyard - which I realize is not my own original idea - and so we can honor life by living as if we are always dancing on the earth, etc ....
Also not a new idea, I'm sure.
Anyway, that's what I'm thinking about today. Planting seeds, too. I've been planting gardens all my life and every spring I find myself still secretly skeptical that anything will happen. Every year it seems like a brand new miracle to me when the little seedlings actually appear. By the time I'm cutting flowers I've usually forgotten all about how I felt in the beginning. I like to remember those times though.
Hence this post.
"Heaven is under our feet as well as I over our heads," said Henry David Thoreau. That about covers it for me today.
To the uninformed eye it might have looked like wrestling but I know pure dog joy when I see it and they were really dancing, feeling good, and enjoying life. It sounds stupid but seriously - they were absolutely engaged in the present, they were in flow.
I felt so happy seeing that. I still miss him and it feels good to see new life growing and enjoying its existence. They are not thinking about the past, I'm pretty sure.
I actually love that expression, "to dance on one's grave." I know it's meant to refer to the happiness you feel in an enemy's defeat, but to me it always seems like a happy thought to know that some living person would be around after I'm gone, dancing and feeling happy, and that they might include me in the moment too by doing it on my grave.
It seems like the greatest compliment or honor you could offer a dead person, living well and with intention.
I guess that's what dogs don't do - they do seem to know how to live well, they just don't THINK about it.
Anyway, I started to mentally blog about it (the dogs are back for round 2 of wrestle mania / love Fest), thinking about how everyone who has ever lived is still here in body if not in life - and so the whole world is in a way, a graveyard - which I realize is not my own original idea - and so we can honor life by living as if we are always dancing on the earth, etc ....
Also not a new idea, I'm sure.
Anyway, that's what I'm thinking about today. Planting seeds, too. I've been planting gardens all my life and every spring I find myself still secretly skeptical that anything will happen. Every year it seems like a brand new miracle to me when the little seedlings actually appear. By the time I'm cutting flowers I've usually forgotten all about how I felt in the beginning. I like to remember those times though.
Hence this post.
"Heaven is under our feet as well as I over our heads," said Henry David Thoreau. That about covers it for me today.
