Clearing A dog the colour of fallen leaf dancing in the woods: a whirling dervish, his long ears mad coattails flying free, his nose sniffing the sun. He is so There, living the Now, listening, feeling his song. What does he see in his mind's eye to make him pirouette and smile-- oblivious to everything, even the unicycle going by topped by a bearded man, the rabbit winking from the ferns that line the path? Leaves clap against the forest floor when he is done, and Time starts up again; Nijinsky is a hound again, and I attach the leash to my left hand.
Meditations from Hillesum Farm in Ontario, Canada