Sometimes the big dog dreams he’s running.
His paws twitch. His tail flicks. Sometimes he lets out a soft little “boof” — the sound of chasing something glorious through dog dreamland.
Is it a squirrel? A cloud? A giant meatball rolling down the sidewalk? Who knows.
But he runs with such conviction.
It doesn’t matter that it’s not real. He believes it. He’s all in.
Truth: Dream big. Wag hard. Even if it’s imaginary, chase it like it’s yours.
Categories: Culture, identity, Leadership, mental health, Psychology
psychologistmimi 
SMiLes Quarterly Visiting the Couch
(He Only Offers a Chair) of my Psychiatrist
(What You Get to Do For the Rest of Your
Life Surviving the Dead Zone For 66 Months)
At the Beach Where His Office is Literally
Located For Us to Visit after
Visiting His Chair i Barked
Make Every Bark Holy Song
Make Every Tail Wag Holy Dance
Well Actually i’m Not a Dog What i Really
Sang Dear Miriam Was Make
Every Move Holy Dance
Every Word Sacred Song
(He Wrote Down my
Words For Future Use
With His Other Less
Satisfied Happy Clients)
Feeling the Real Divinity
Head To Toe Naked Enough
Whole Complete Nothing Left to Add or Subtract
All that’s Left to Do is Give Share Care Heal For
All With Most Respect and Least Harm Loyal
To The Very End
of the Beginning Again
Yet of Course Dog’s Don’t
Need Human Abstract Constructs
To Relate a Life of Inhaling Peace Exhaling
LoVE It Comes Naturally When You Come Home
And Hear That
Familiar
Greeting
of BArK
And Warmth
oF AN Unconditional
Wagging Tale Yes of
LoVE iN Peace Warming
All Of the Home Home of
Dog BRinGS
Free
With
SMiLes
Once Again
A ReASoN
God Too Is
Spelled Dog Forward
iN ReaLiTY of Essence
More Than Only Form of Words..:)
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