Communal

#2135

You can’t always choose your circumstances.

This morning I sat to contemplate. Posture adjusted, that narrow spot between comfort and alertness.

Then the dog arrived.

She claimed her spot on the couch and decided this was a communal event.

My shoulders tensed. My mind drifted out of focus. I thought about sending her away.

She looked so profoundly peaceful, I didn’t have the heart.

So I shifted my weight, took a breath, and let her breathing become the anchor.