Monday, May 24, 2010

We had found sacred ground.

Last night, I sprawled out in the grass in our backyard while the dogs played. I listened to my headphones and sang to them. It was breezey and warm and every once in awhile, Santo would come lay beside me. There was nothing beyond my headphones, the unconditional love of my dogs, and my yard. For those few hours, I had blocked out life.

But I don't want to block out life.

1 comment:

Camevil said...

Breezy Sundays + dogs = soul cleanser.