I am alive, aware, comfortable, well.
With my thoughts still on the music of my heart, my bare feet stretch out to gently push against the chest our sleeping dog “River” , for more warmth; she is lying at the opposite end of me on the couch. Straightaway I feel the rhythm of River's heart through my foot, beating 3 times faster than mine. She is calm, yet her heart rushes. And though I know the fastness of her heart means only one thing, that her life will be shorter than mine, I focus on the sound of us as we are living. I focus on the life of her heart and mine, together, now, beating.
I realize that there are five hearts beating in my house most times, four that are human. But I never hear them because the music of other things is often playing: someone talking; building, cooking, cleaning, all of which make some sort of noise that drowns out the sounds of our hearts. And though I cannot hear anyone's heart beating when I hear these things, the sounds are hums of life nonetheless, and they remind me that a heart must still be beating around me in order for me to hear those noises. To this I can say I am thankful for the gift of hearing, and for the gift of company.
My feet are much warmer as they sink further below River's chest. This beautiful little life stretches out so she too can be more comfortable, yet still be nearby and touching me.
Love hard, is all I can say. And listen to life.
The goal of life is to make your heartbeat match the beat of the universe, to match your nature with Nature. -Joseph Campbell