We have two dogs.
Our older dog, Scout, is a Border Collie mix.
Take, for example, the game of Fetch.
Scout really loves the game of Fetch. I mean, REALLY, REALLY loves it. I used to say he was the best dog I'd ever seen at bringing the ball back.
Then we got the puppy. (Who, I guess, we will still call "The Puppy" after he is toothless and on a walker. Really, he's no longer a puppy. He is 18 months old. His actual name is Austin.)
Big "H" Happy.
He LOVES to play fetch. When my husband is traveling for business and unable to take the dogs running, the way I exercise the dogs is to use this thing called a "chuk it" to throw the ball to the far ends of our acre lot. We do this a LOT. I've gotten really good at throwing the ball.
Which is a good thing because I have to throw it now so that Scout doesn't get it.
I know, it's just...
If the puppy gets the ball he comes running right back to me and drops it at my feet so that I can throw it again.
If SCOUT gets the ball, he brings it back half way.
Sometimes we just give up and go inside until he brings the darn ball back.
I feel like I am doing exactly the same thing with living mindfully. I want to be in the present and listen to my body and live healthily and fully. And yet, again and again, I find myself bringing the ball only half way back out of fear and uncertainty and habitual blindness.