Wednesday, August 17, 2011
No Animal is a Mountain
My dadz and some of his friends, who, according to my momma are a group of rag tag musicians, recently got together and shared some fun, laughter, and crab delights, out on the beach of Alki... a western point of Seattle. Everyone had their purpose, brought along their gift, so to speak. Some brought their guitars, some their wine from their wineries, and others brought along their seafood. I brought my bone. I joined by dadz on his outing.
I watched my dadz, while I, settled on a shady piece of beach, chewed on my bone. My dadz was with his friends, in his element, laughing and enjoying the summer breezes. He would occasionally pull out his guitar and join in with the others. His voice a bit more wobbly than their highly tuned gifts, but still he was enjoying himself. My dadz friends would switch off instruments, laughing and increasing the joy of the moment. Then when the winery doodz and fisherman friends showed up, the guitars went down and everyone shared in the food treasures that were laid out on the beach.
Me? I stayed in my spot and chewed on my bone.
There were other dogs that joined in the fun.. but they were over there. I was over here... chewing my bone.
I stayed like that, chewing my bone in isolated silence and after a while... well, it wasn't that fun.
Did I love my bone? Yes. Did I want my bone? Yes. Did I love and want my bone at the cost of friendship, frivolity, and joy? No..... so, I wandered away from my bone and joined the fun.
Remember, what you think you have is not near as important as what is available to you. All you have to do is jump in and enjoy!
With much love,