This week we’ve seen many portrayals of freedom in America. Here’s a different picture, a little different angle, but a great way to think about it.
Dog beach in Coronado is one of my favorite places. Hanging out there, you see freedom in action and the joy that comes with reveling in it. If you’re a dog, gloriously off-leash at last, you are free to frolic in the waves.
Run as fast as you can.
Meet and greet other dogs and their humans, too.
It’s okay if you’re small; you still belong here.
Small, large, and everywhere in between – all are welcome and accepted.
And it doesn’t matter if you’re black or gray or white or brown, or a mix of colors. All dogs are beautiful to their humans.
You can play and play. Ball is a favorite game.
You can dig holes
and bury your toy treasures.
You can even get sandy all over. No problem.
If you get too wet, just shake to your heart’s content.
If you’re older and saunter along instead of running, that’s just fine. Take your time. No hurry.
With the total freedom to run and jump and swim, sometimes you may lose your human. You may feel forlorn and lonely.
But your human will keep a watch over you, even when you lose your way. Soon you will hear him calling your name. Suddenly, you’re not lost anymore! Joy returns.
Freedom: A beautiful way to live life to the fullest.