It’s the only word to describe my dogs as they charged through golden fields on Saturday.
As soon as we freed Denver and Colette from their leashes, they flew.
Their bodies were flying.
Their spirits were flying.
I had never seen our timid, cautious girl smile like this before.
Just a happy, glowing soul, wiggling her butt and tearing through the meadow, the way all doggies should.
I’m sometimes nervous to take our pups off of their leashes. I worry that they’ll see a critter or catch a whiff of something and take off until they are out of sight. But Mike has a little more trust in his heart and wears a cloak of confidence about these things, so he quietly does what needs to be done. And thank goodness. Because as soon as I see this…
…I let go and I understand.
They need this.
This is what their life is all about.
This tall, grassy meadow fills them glee.
A pure, deep happiness that I’m not sure humans ever feel in such an unadulterated way.
And watching them live this truth reminds me of what’s important. Their fearlessness calms me. It reminds me to have faith in myself and in the world around me. It reminds me to trust. To explore. To wonder. To breathe. To take it all in.
And if I can do all of that… if I can feel just a fraction of what my dogs feel in those field of gold… then I can even fly a little too.