Wonder-lost

As I write this, I’m watching my greyhound-husky mix (Katy) sunning herself on our brick patio. She’s got on one of those dog-smiles. Occasionally she follows the flight of a bug; if it flies near enough she may or may not nip at it. Mostly, with squinted eyes she is calmly taking in the backyard. Maybe she’s solving some deep philosophical question, or creating a mental list of the things she needs to do tomorrow, or perhaps praying to God that I open the green-labeled can of food for her tonight instead of the red-labeled one. In some sort of weird–even if unintentional/unconscious way, might she at least be “meditating”? Just being, open, at peace, hopeful, and postive?

People often say they feel “close to God” in nature. Without going all pantheistic, one of my friends mentioned yesterday that it does seem fair to say that the Divine often opens up in various places of beauty–or that we open ourselves to feel or hear Spirit talking to spirit. Call it “wonder” or “worship” or whatever.

When or where or what were you doing the last time you had that sense of God’s Spirit talking, touching or just being alongside yours?

I kind of sense it now, mildly watching my dog. After this, I think I’ll go disturb her private meditation a bit by joining her.