I wasn’t planning to write this post today.
Of course, I also wasn’t planning to have my Twitter account hacked twice in two days (go ahead and click to follow; you’ll eventually get access to some really great weight loss advice and cheap Viagra) and my Triberr login fail.
Time to reenter reality.
Walking a dog back to reality
Before sitting down to all my computer problems last night, I took Honey for a walk.
I wasn’t eager to go out in the dark and cold. I put Honey in her Easy Walk harness so I wouldn’t have to be so attentive about not letting her pull on leash.
Of course Honey was into it right away. She never has a bad attitude about taking a walk–no matter what the weather.
Our route was determined by what smelled good.
If Honey’s nose led her left, we went left. It it led straight on, we went straight.
Pretty soon, I had forgotten that I wasn’t planning to have fun on this walk. Honey made it fun.
Dogs remind us to be in our bodies
That may sound strange to some. Could we be “out” of our bodies?
I don’t know about you but I spend an awful lot of time in my head.
Some mornings I will sit down to my blogs for so long that when I get up I’ve lost all feeling in my legs and can’t stand without leaning on something.
And what about all the time I spend worrying about what will happen if…?
Last night, after we had caught most of the major smells in the neighborhood, Honey and I ran the last half mile home. Sometimes she’d let me know I was passing too quickly by some great smell lurking in the fallen leaves.
But mostly we just ran.
Computers take us out of our bodies
Even if most of your computing is mobile, you probably don’t do it with the wind blowing over your skin.
We mostly use computers indoors under artificial lights.
And I really love “meeting” people online from all over the world.
But if I spend too much time online, everything starts to feel unreal.
Getting “real” today
And that’s why, despite having a raft of computer problems to solve, I’m taking Honey to the dog park with a friend.
When we come back, I’m going to make a big breakfast of pancakes with spiced apples and home fries. And I’m going to talk to my friend while Honey sleeps with her head on one of our laps (I told you she was slutty; Honey is not a one-woman dog).
There’s nothing like swallowing dog hair, tossing a ball until your arm falls off and picking up poop to keep you grounded.
Do you feel tension between the real and virtual worlds? How do you stay grounded?