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It turns out that capturing a thought in 17 Beats each day has been excellent practice for me to learn how to hold a moment. To be present right now. And I'm particularly lucky because my walking partner (and frequent subject for my sentences) does this naturally so well.
Ginger loves carrots. She always has. The boys give them to her as treats. David gives her the peels when he makes his lunch. I toss her the ends as I chop for a pot of soup. She’s notorious for snuffling them in the garden and rooting them out for herself.
One day this week Ryan went out to the backyard and planted a carrot garden just for Ginger. The next day the two of them went out to work again. He tended his many plantings around the yard and she trailed along, following her nose to all kinds of doggy interest. Eventually I went out to check on progress and while Ryan and I were talking we turned to see that yellow dog of ours plop herself down right smack on top of the newly planted seed rows of her garden. Totally content.
Maybe carrots will grow in that spot for her someday. Maybe not. No matter. In that moment, she was hanging out in the backyard with her people. And it was good.