Entering a field, our dog lowers
her head and sniffs around for the
longest time. Suddenly, she looks
up and starts running wildly in all
directions, just for the joy of running,
not after anything, just stretch, leap,
turn, and pant. I think she’s trying
to tell me something. For days I feel
I’ve done nothing but sniff around.
Except I feel guilty doing all this
sniffing. I used to wonder why
someone would hold a bird rather
than try to fly. But I finally under-
stand that holding is the way we
fly through all this loving and
suffering which is our sky.