Contemplations

Progressing, she is.   

Teaching, she is. 

Learning, she is. 

Problem solving, she is.

Entertaining, she is.  

Sweetness, she is.

Trusting, she is.

Contemplating, I am.

Sometimes, I catch a glimpse of the very old, wise soul that this puppy, slowing morphing into a dog, is. I don't just see it, it touches me.  It makes me turn around and stare, while the feeling of distinct familiarity takes hold.  It infuses itself within my soul.

I have said it before.... and I will say it again....

She has done this before.  

She has been here before.