Do animals have that beautiful ability to stay forever in the present, enjoying every single moment as it goes by: completely immersed in the taste of a particular leaf, the birds in the trees, the clouds floating by in a blue sky? Do they dream of things they miss or long for, like a chick, lamb, or calf who has now grown and found a new home? Do mama cows wait with anticipation for the evening's milking, when their swollen udders will find relief?
Sometimes I so long to be a bird, carefree, floating on the wind with sunbeams dancing on my back. I wish for simplicity. I wish to know that wherever I am, I am home. And I dream of what it would be like to exist within a quiet, still mind, in a constant state of meditation, never restless, my senses awakened and absorbing the movement and rich, earthy scent of every tree, root, raindrop, and beetle.
What a life that must be!