The secret to this season is being planted while moving. Almost like being planted, but in a pot, and the pot is on a freight car, on a train that is rapidly picking up speed. It helps me to know that in my constant movement, God is above it all, immovable and reliable for my every need. When you spent your life anchored in place, it can feel disorienting to remove the baseline expectation of having a permanent place to land. It keeps you streamlined, however, and ready to go where you’re needed.
It would be fun to have a van dog, a little one that goes with me everywhere. Although I don’t like the thought of the hassle of traveling with a pet on airlines, I drive enough that it would be possible to travel on my own schedule in a way that would be comfortable for a pup. The other consideration is if I have an apartment somewhere and leave my dog, would a roommate have to care for it? That seems unfair. I could do some kind of Trusted Housesitters arrangement (something I’ve enjoyed on the sitter end of things), but again, if I had a roommate, that could complicate things. If I adopt a dog I want to make sure I’m going to see it through the long haul, so I’m taking my time deciding if this is the wisest thing in this season.