Morning Dog Walks

I love our morning dog walks. I live for them. There’s something sacred about the ritual every  morning - the small but holy act of leashes clipped, harnesses buckled, and two canines and a human stepping out into the day together. Most mornings it’s just the three pack.

Judah makes me laugh every day, walking the curb like a balance beam.  Bodhi keeps close to my side, not because I ask him to, but because he wants to.  We walk, side by side, hearts beating in rhythm.  Their joy is contagious - it spills over into my morning, too.

The walk grounds me.  It reminds me that life is not complicated.  That love is not complicated.  These two beings trust completely that wherever we’re going, all is well.  They don’t second-guess the path, they don’t worry about what’s around the next corner.  They trust.  And I get to practice trusting, too. Trusting the present moment is all we ever need.

Each morning becomes a walking meditation:  just a human and two canines circling the block.  Nothing else matters.  Judah on his balance beam.  Bodhi healing by my side.  Me, breathing the morning air step by step.

It’s not just a walk.  It’s communion.  A reminder that the kingdom is here, in the ordinary, in the smells and pawsteps and shared silence of a neighborhood morning.  Practicing being present, practicing unconditional love - one dog walk at a time..