In the footsteps of true closeness... What do you choose? An excursion into bodies and feelings

As a dog, theoretically, I’m actually not embarrassed by anything.

Seriously... I’d rather say it directly and candidly.

But this... Well. Just see for yourselves.

Frau Kati has already created a little stable foundation piece.

But when you have an inner home, values that feel right, and good grip under your paw, or boots, doesn’t it sometimes take someone to come along too?

To the bank. Sit, admire the horizon. Feel connected. Share the spoils. Truly see each other.

Someone who is on the same wavelength. Who wants to see. Recognize and show themselves fully.

What is revealed on our way today, however, is surprising.

A wild revelry in broad daylight. In the branches. Yes indeed. It’s getting intense.

And already the question arises, is that really all there is? Or is it just a part that some vehemently demand without genuinely being involved?

Do rabbits have feelings?

We rest on the beautiful view bench. Frau Kati more so. I’m digging up a bit of earth in the meantime. After all, spring is always delighted to see its own blooming work sprout from the ground.

How does one define the new foundation concerning relationships? The ones that carry. The ones that take responsibility. Emotional security opens doors to all that paradise which until then has been gently waiting in the mossy safety of one’s own space.

'Don’t worry. Everything is predetermined. I safeguard the light of the earth here. And only where enough light and good nourishment settle, does lush life grow and blossom. You love, but do not see. Whoever truly wants to experience love must first cross a bridge.'

The wise old root spoke thoughtfully.

Frau Kati shivered a little. How true and touching her message resonated in the fresh spring forest air.

'Bridge?' I shake my fur and can’t spot a bridge, try as I might.

No wonder, for the bridge is the heart itself. Taking responsibility for it is the bridge to other hearts.

The heart’s guardian with the pipe and spear murmurs something from the thicket about pain and bandages. Some like to use it as an excuse to avoid true closeness. Isn’t it just splendidly easy to live superficially like this? Who needs depth? Sometimes it even hurts.

Some have actually fallen by the wayside. Is the air out for them? In any case, this elephant-like fellow looks rather flat. Should I offer him some natural fertilizer?

While I somewhat desperately keep an eye out for a snack, we then discover it.

Just like that.

Happiness.

Even a lot of it. Honestly.

It’s clear.

Whoever can pass the heart’s guardian, it awaits them. It lies ready. We leave some behind; others can surely use it well. In case the pipe smoke still clouds the view, or the bandages haven’t yet allowed the spearhead to protrude.

Yes... sometimes I am a bit, let’s say, too honest. That business with the pus is rather gross. Well, my own fault.

In some cases.

We still thank a truly angelic being.

With enchanting hair, it waves us goodbye from the beautiful view path.

Carrying a precious treasure, cushioned on soft moss. A round thing, this relationship thing of the new foundation.

Body, mind, and soul in balance. Only all together, at the same time in the same life, does true love free itself for all eternity.

What an emotional round.

Frau Kati surely needs a cookie now.

Until the next adventure,

Your Gretl