Be the Old Dog

An old dog pants, his eyes grow weary, his body aching. But dare a cat to brush his whiskers, he will react with strength renewed. It is never too late to live, to embrace joy and excitement, to fly.
The air fills with magic when love ignites; so too, with anger and fear it dances.
Two squirrels chase each others' tails, up the tree and down again, across the yard, fly through the grass, and STOP...then off again at last!
Whether in love or fear, it matters not: they are alive, and life flows inside and out, like a river forever moving on, like a wind that blows during a storm.
To freeze in place is a dark curse, as movement is what life needs to grow.
Inside your heart, inside your soul, the strength to move is waiting: find it!
Be the old dog who wakes to the chase, be that squirrel who runs with life's winds, be that horse who flies like time, though her feet never fully leave the ground.
Be that which to you matters most, but above all, be that who wakes to dance, sleeps to run, and lives to fly.
Be life, be joy, just be.