I just visited the blog of one of my puppy owners. I found her on Facebook and reconnected with her and realized that she is way more than a puppy owner! She's a scientist by day and studies and practices many different forms of meditation the rest of the time. All this in addition to being a wonderful parent to her pup. I left her blog and opened mine and suddenly felt very shallow! There's a part of me who wants to be very transcendental and philosophic. T
o live in Virginia Highlands, have a long gray braid and fresh complexion and only eat organic and herbal food. But then what would I do without chocolate? My newfound friend talks a lot about living in the now, and when I went to check on the puppies I realized that they are my way of living in the now as much as I seem to be able to do that. I don't spend a lot of time meditating or studying philosophy, but I do spend a lot of time smelling puppy breath and snuggling with soft little bodies: Laughing at babies wallowing in yogurt during their first few meals and watching them wear themselves out licking each other after these meals. During these times, the house goes to pot, the dishes pile up, the laundry basket overflows and I am totally oblivious of all of this until someone rings the doorbell. So maybe I will develop my own philosophy. I know I'm not the first, only, or last to lose myself in the joy of watching animals do their thing. But I've decided I won't feel guilty any more about the amount of time I spend with my puppies. It's my form of meditation, my therapy. And it's what Ilove to do.
o live in Virginia Highlands, have a long gray braid and fresh complexion and only eat organic and herbal food. But then what would I do without chocolate? My newfound friend talks a lot about living in the now, and when I went to check on the puppies I realized that they are my way of living in the now as much as I seem to be able to do that. I don't spend a lot of time meditating or studying philosophy, but I do spend a lot of time smelling puppy breath and snuggling with soft little bodies: Laughing at babies wallowing in yogurt during their first few meals and watching them wear themselves out licking each other after these meals. During these times, the house goes to pot, the dishes pile up, the laundry basket overflows and I am totally oblivious of all of this until someone rings the doorbell. So maybe I will develop my own philosophy. I know I'm not the first, only, or last to lose myself in the joy of watching animals do their thing. But I've decided I won't feel guilty any more about the amount of time I spend with my puppies. It's my form of meditation, my therapy. And it's what Ilove to do.