Our companions love walking in places where the only creations are creations of nature. Places where phone signals stay away in a faraway grid.
I love walking in nature where our human companions become more like us. Peaceful, living in the moment, in harmony with the magic around us. They become more instinctive, just like us.
We are all tuning into the same energies, listen to the same bird song, smell the same smells. We become aware when we are being watched, not just by the trees. Deer stand like statues with angelic eyes, watching us glide by.
Seamus, Ruby and I stop and sniff the ferns, the leaves, the soil. I love the smells of the forest so much I roll around and carry them with me.
I am so grateful I can experience nature. It makes me feel part of something I know I have always been a part of. It is another kind of home coming.
I was rehomed from a shelter just under a year ago and before then I had never been taken for a walk. I took my first tentative steps in a world which seemed overwhelming at first.
Guided by Seamus, Ruby and our human companions I learned how to run, how to catch a ball. I overcame my fear of shadows, of the sea, of the gulls and of the hairy dogs whose eyes I could not see.
I feel at home in my new pack, safe and loved. My confidence has grown, day by day.
Being out here in nature, where I can roll and carry the smells of the wilderness, has been the most profound home coming of all.
This is the place where I have found myself. I have come home to me.
This is what I pray every dog in a rescue shelter will one day experience and every soul who feels a bit lost. I pray they can live with a loving pack and find themselves again in nature.
I send you all so much love,