During walks when we get away from the road I let Munchie off his leash. As soon as he feels free, he dashes offsintosthe bushes,swhereshe sniffs to his heart’s content and lifts his leg more often than a ballet dancer. He loves to be liberated.Sure, we have responsibilities, and it’s important to take care of them.
But it’s also important to cut loose when we can and let our spirit be as free as the wind.
We were born without a leash and we leave this world without a leash. While we’re here, we need to give our soul room to breathe.