Not My Cellphone

Cocoa and I were out walking this morning when we met a woman and two adorable little beagles.

The beagles barked a lot while I tried to contain Cocoa–the dogs so wanted to play. I was proud of him, though, because even though he pulled and pulled he did not bark much at all.

I might have suggested to the woman that the dogs play a little bit, or at least sniff each other, but she was walking quickly and absorbed in a cellphone conversation. In fact, she seemed more engaged in that conversation than in the dogs, and certainly had no time for us.

I take my cellphone on walks, too, in case of an emergency. But I walk Cocoa because I want him to have good exercise. I love him, and I enjoy walking with him, cherishing our time together. Walking is also a time for my physical exercise and spiritual connection with God.

But I am clear that first and foremost I am walking Cocoa. Not my cellphone.

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Robin Hawley Gorsline

Robin is a poet (claiming this later in life) and Queer Theologian--reflecting a soul of hope and faith and joy and justice/shalom. He is happily married to Dr. Jonathan Lebolt (20 years and counting), the proud parent of three glorious daughters (and grateful to two wonderful sons-in- law and a new one soon!), and the very proud "Papa" to Juna (6) and Annie (3).

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