http://eecoswitch.com/Catalog Files/cat_elas.htm Radical Presence All the world narrows to this singular point, the tilt that says I’m listening, that small shift of forward, as if gravity itself has changed direction.
There is an art to being fully present, to announce without speaking.
Trust, how it leans in with its whole body, open, flank exposed.
I’ve been trying to learn this, the courage of openness, the generosity of showing up exactly as you are, unguarded, tongue out, heart first.
All morning she has been my shadow. Not the kind that falls behind but the kind that moves ahead, anticipating doors.
When I rise from the couch she rises too, her body a question she’s already answered: ‘yes, I will follow you into the next room where nothing is happening.’
She does not ask for anything, not food, not play, not the world beyond the door. Only this: to be in the room I’m in, or the one I’m about to enter.
Even when I shower she waits, sprawled on cool tile.
Devotion can be this simple, this chocolate body on the floor, these amber eyes.
What have I done to deserve this furred constancy, this breathing shadow who asks only to be near?
