While I was home over the weekend I received a photo message from my roommate of her dog, Charlie, snapped during a morning spent on the sunbaked apartment balcony.
What you’re seeing is an animal grappling with the very meaning of existence. “All I want is ball. All I can’t reach, because of this railing that I can stick my head through but not jump over, is ball. Why?”
I think most everyone can relate to that face, in one way or the other.
Do our desires wind up controlling us? If the ball is gone…can we let it go?
Practicing detachment means that whenever the ball is finally ready to be picked up & thrown back to us…we will still be OK, whether with or without it.
On the literal, life is always a little brighter when there’s a dog with a ball in the mix.