Bound by Identity?

What would it be like to escape who you think you are?

Do You Have Preferences? Or Even a Personality Profile?

My dog took his ball out on the walk yesterday. He stood at the garden gate, chewed blue ball in mouth, a determined

I’ve got my ball and I’m bringing it with me,

look on his face.

We have lots of four-legged friends who are glued to their balls (one poodle pal in particular), others who insist on carrying the stick for miles (labradors usually!), but not our fella.

He’s the dog who will chase the dog chasing the ball because it’s a great game. The fun for him seems to be in showing off, preferably to a lady, and preferably with reciprocation.

Yesterday, for some reason though, the ball was coming with.

Freedom to Live; Freedom to be Who You Are

I don’t know what goes on in his head but my humanness interprets it as ‘he had an idea and he went with it’. No second thought, no self-judgement, no “I’m not that type of dog”. Just an idea and an action.

I love that he does what occurs to him, and it makes me see, more clearly, how much we humans can talk ourselves out of things.