Dog Walking as Art

With the Spring tentatively projecting her fingertips into the early weeks of the year, teasing us with odd radiant days of sunshine, the romp through the woods has become less of a chore and more of an undistracted meditation. Adding to the sense of oneness are the bird calls and general chorus of life that summery spring days tend to engender. This rather spiritual dimension to the activity, and the general sense of well being that walking the hound tends to encourage, have stiumulated various meditations on the essence of life, art and everything in general. Adding to this healthy mindset is the fact that the dog now  pretty much enjoys being on the walk with me, and seeks my companionship at various times through the expedition- doubling back to check that I am OK, my mind relaxed and demenour agreeable before she again shoots off into the undergrowth in a constant quest to be everywhere at once and at least 500m ahead of my next move. This new affectionate trait to her otherwise wild habits has really set me feeling quite at ease with the world and its myriad lifeforms, each expressing- nay celebrating- the perfectness of life in general asI experience them and nothing else for the hour or so it takes me to walk the dog. Bathed in sunshine, among reverent, obediant company, cosseted in a plethora of beauty that is existence itself, religious epiphany has many times become indivisible from canine exercise.

I cannot quite now recall how, but am pretty sure that this act of walking the dog has become synonymous with the act of creativity (and is that distinct from creation- or as King James might say- Creation? but not in a creationist way, of course!) and thus the small intellectual leap from dog walk to pure art seems to me complete. In persisting in the act of creating Art, to the exclusion of any more purposeful or financially viable activities, I feel I am achieving something that one day may be looked upon as of benefit to the wider sphere of human endeavour. I suppose, strictly speaking,  Financial Advisors can to an extent say the same thing, but somehow I feel my case, on this sunny day, sounds more plausible.