Today I had the chance to remember when I felt the weight of sadness drop like a low laying cloud and my heart began cramping with sorrow. I did mope for some time. I tried watching TV. Nope, that certainly did not satisfy. I sat, like Macbeth, on my meditation cushion but peace was not forthcoming. I ate a few ricecakes and just felt worse. I was eyeing the nuts when I looked down at my dog and said, "Let's go for a walk". I wrapped up in scarves, donned my parka, sunglasses and hat, pulled on my boots, grabbed a leash and we tromped up the back yard into the arms of green mountain.
Once we crested a few hills we ventured off the trail until we found a dry spot with southern exposure. On the face of the hill opposite, eleven deer grazed peacefully, only turning toward us, ears erect and listening when Maya made a particularly jubilant leap through the snow. I lay down on my back and felt the warmth of the sun on my face and the solid earth beneath me. I nuzzled into the soil, smelling its rich undertones and soon fell fast asleep, while Maya stood guard, her back pressed into mine. I don't know how much time past, thirty minutes? an hour? But when I awoke all was well with the world again.