Most of the subterranean messages I receive these days seem to be about slowin’ it down.
For example, I’ve chosen to live out my professional life in a field where every single step takes weeks instead of days, years instead of months.
Also, when I stop hurrying I seem to arrive places on time. (Go figure that one…)
And, my dog is fourteen.
Walking her is no longer an athletic event.
Walking her is a tender, limpy meditation of love.
I am reminded, when I walk with her, how much there is to notice — in my writing, in my relationships, in the world — if I take off the headphones and slow the speedwalk down to a saunter. Literally and figuratively, if you know what I mean…
Haiku 14
dog’s paw sinks in mud
she’ll bring it inside later
sign of a fine day
— Liz Garton Scanlon
4/14/09
We learn so much from our dogs, don’t we?
Lovely poem.
Tanita Says 🙂
So hard to slow it down, and yet, there does come a time. I like the poem; I think the fine day=mud thing can go right along with a certain brother of mine…
Today I blogged a Haiku poem, too. Thanks for your beautiful Haiku poems. They’re inspiring and so insightful.
I know what you mean about noticing things, it sometimes comes in the form of an unfavorable change. A sickness. An illness. But the sign leaves a memory in our heart.