Image Descriptions: Two pictures of a golden doodle resting his head on my leg. I’m wearing red and black plaid pajama pants.
Sometimes, I get to watch this little buddy. He’s my friend’s golden doodle pup, and he’ll be with me this weekend. When he stays with me, I notice this:
He’s nearly always aware of me. He follows me around the house. He watches me. He lies at my feet. He explores the house, sniffing things, but then he looks at me here and there to anchor and orient himself.
It makes me wonder…
To what… to do I orient myself? What am I aware of? What’s in my consciousness? Who and what are my anchors? Who and what do I attune toward?
Smuggling Grace 