Sunday July 15, 2018
Living Buddha, Living Christ
Thich Nhat Hanh
Every time this poor dog howls you look up at me from your book with those eyes that are trying to make a connection with mine.
I think you’re hoping that I will want one just as bad as you do; as if this three hour howling dog is helping your case.
How can we live simply with a dog suffering? Think of how much work it’ll be to love something who is always distressed.
And then I think about how you love me extra when I am visited by sadness, three hour tears streaming down my cheeks. You have some magic touch and a resevoir of love overflowing. You don’t even hide it. You give generously. You are there when I get thirsty.
And maybe we aren’t meant to live simply. Maybe some things are supposed to stretch us wide.