Flo

Yesterday, I was gifted with an opportunity to come home for lunch.  Some people don’t find that very exciting (well, the contents of my frig was not so great), but I thought I’d catch up on a few work related tasks, grab lunch and head back to work.

The Basset babies greeted me with their over-zealous affections.  Homer barking – he wanted a walk.  Ever walked a Basset?  Three Bassets?  As they have aged, it has “improved” (i.e. slowed down) but walking Basset Hounds is all about their noses.  We don’t really walk.  We wander. 

Typically, my mind wanders with the Bassets.  I think about clients, paperwork, schedules, returning phone calls and every now and then, I notice a Basset somewhere he/she is not supposed to be, tighten the leash, say their name and start day dreaming again.  This day I decided to be present, to try and attempt meditative walking (yes, with the Bassets).  The funny thing is, I was truly able to stay present.  I noticed what they were sniffing and noticed the repetitiousness of the route.  I saw a small flowering tree near the trunk of a towering evergreen. The Bassets meanered and paid not attention to the bees on the blossoms of the little tree.  They are always happy to be out and so was I.