She's in the grass now as I write. We were on the balcony, but something has upset her stomach and she wants to be close to the grass. My plan today is to just be with her without the distraction of writing, reading, or anything else. To just be. To see the world with her eyes, to follow her gaze to the tiger lilies lit up by the sun along my neighbor's stretch of river bed, the blue heron soaring above, the men working on the bridge across the river, the robins and squirrels, the shadows and light.
Namaste, gentle readers. Namaste.