I had a long involved dream last night, going places, doing things with other people in tow–and my dear old (now gone) dog Lucky was by my side.  That’s heaven, to have your best and loyal companion walking with you.

We were strolling along a little stone wall next to a lake shore, and all of a sudden he jumped into the water and started playing in the waves like a puppy.  My first thought was, ugh, I’ll have to dry him off before i get him back in my friends car.  But he was having so much fun. I let him play and got him up walking with me and we rose up on a hill, now a small cliff overlooking what was more like the ocean.  And he dove off into the air diving into the water once again, splashing and diving and loving it.

My dear dog reminds me that Spirit calls us from where we walk for the joy of play.