Last morning snuggle is bittersweet. He knows I'm leaving today. I can tell the new supplements are working well. His coat is silky smooth and he's jumping on the bed with less joint hesitation. This new thing of his, sleeping right in front of the ac with his head on my pillow, is the latest in having a dog that is not a dog. He, like us humans, are trapped in our form. There is another part of us that longs to be free, to have the constraints of flesh removed, to transcend. But that is not our lot in this reality, these moments in this current flow of time. The constraints define us. We can only find the feeling of that freedom in other ways. For me, one of them is the open road. The unfurling ribbon of possibility that leads to a destination, but the point is not to arrive, but rather be.
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