— My mood this gray morning. Not so much Bugs’s. I’m still feeling the impact of one of Cesar’s episodes last night. Him working with a slender, nervy woman and her immense mastiff. Who has twenty pounds on her and a lot more jaw-power. Calm, calm.
Bugs and I played orienteering this morning. I slowed things down, remembering the power of the breath in Cesar’s shifting the dynamic. Also, I wanted to see where the kid would lead me. More like a dance this time.
And we spent some time just breathing together, him in his new penthouse accommodations and me beneath.
Here’s the sense of the morning.
The grace and power of that chest.
The one ear, cocked in my direction.