For John Brier, walking his dog turns into an exercise in mindfulness.
ridden. Occasionally I transition from under the crisp cold shade of a large
insides.This force above distracts me for a moment. I look up and notice three big
trees; their leaves are illuminated magnificently by that same sunlight.
Their colors cross a full fall spectrum of the spectrum, changing for and
with the seasons. It’s early in Fall but already her beauty is showing.
But there are things to do and my thoughts beckon me back down to staring at
the ground. All the while my dog stops to sniff, and pee, at every tree,
bush or flower.
I’m pulling my dog like a log. Is he resisting or am I? Come
now Mr. Wyatt, let’s go back inside.