![]() The Silence of the Little Things (2) Every morning I take my wee dog Peace out into the yard where he releases the night’s accumulation of water back into the earth. OK. Ya. He pees. Today his tiny friend Matilda was there with her grey/white yin/yang face. I crouched to greet her. With the silence of the little things she stood on her back feet and smelled my face her paw almost not touching my knee. The sweet force of her curiosity toppled me back and we laughed as Peace held the space and Matilda winked. originally written October 2015
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