Walking the Dog

Penny, my golden teacher

Penny, a sweet furball the color of a perfectly baked croissant, is my teacher. Her recent lesson? That my ability to attend to my surroundings, and thus to God, is inversely proportional to how rushed I am. 

When pressed for time, Penny and I hustle around the small block. This is a focused mission, a chance for her to do her doggy business. There is no sniffing, no wandering, no time to deviate. 

Other days, we do a loop around the big block…

Read the rest of the post over at Epiphany New England (a great resource for spiritual direction).

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