I miss my dog Miles on Sunday mornings like this. Bit gloomy and overcast outside. Winter has barely sailed halfway by. No apparent reason to get up and get rolling. No reason to put one step in front of the other. Just a need to lay around and contemplate existence. To reason about the wonders of the world. To eat and drink when needed. To be thankful when appropriate, but mostly to relax.
Miles was a great laying-around partner. There's nothing truly like having a partner who shares the same bare-minimum expectations out of the day. Nothing like being in tune with someone or something else that just wants to lay around and not meet his potential for the time being. Nothing like having a dog that will just lay there at your feet, or even on them, and let you know there's no reason to go anywhere or be somebody or control anything or fall prey or hunt or devise or tinker or tweak or conjure or craft or bake or sew. Miles was the epitome of laying around, and I miss him dearly.
If you don't see the benefit in laying around from time to time, you're not doing enough of it. If you put in the time of laying around and still don't realize a benefit, you're not doing it correctly. Laying around isn't about being lazy. It isn't about wasting time. Laying around isn't about shirking responsibilities or "resting." Laying around is about exploring. About rejuvenating. Laying around is preparing. It's about reflecting on what's already happened so you'll know what you want to happen. Laying around is about reflecting on what's going to happen so you'll know how it might make you feel, react, or not react. Laying around is just as important as being up and on your feet; it's just that too many people missed the day of school when the teacher lectured about thinking and creating and imagining. I think more people would create and explore and even devise if they would only lay around more.
That's my plan, anyway.
Miles was a great laying-around partner. There's nothing truly like having a partner who shares the same bare-minimum expectations out of the day. Nothing like being in tune with someone or something else that just wants to lay around and not meet his potential for the time being. Nothing like having a dog that will just lay there at your feet, or even on them, and let you know there's no reason to go anywhere or be somebody or control anything or fall prey or hunt or devise or tinker or tweak or conjure or craft or bake or sew. Miles was the epitome of laying around, and I miss him dearly.
If you don't see the benefit in laying around from time to time, you're not doing enough of it. If you put in the time of laying around and still don't realize a benefit, you're not doing it correctly. Laying around isn't about being lazy. It isn't about wasting time. Laying around isn't about shirking responsibilities or "resting." Laying around is about exploring. About rejuvenating. Laying around is preparing. It's about reflecting on what's already happened so you'll know what you want to happen. Laying around is about reflecting on what's going to happen so you'll know how it might make you feel, react, or not react. Laying around is just as important as being up and on your feet; it's just that too many people missed the day of school when the teacher lectured about thinking and creating and imagining. I think more people would create and explore and even devise if they would only lay around more.
That's my plan, anyway.
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