—By Shelly Smith—
Luna – descending from a proud race,
but still in need of daily exercise.
My tempo dictated to by the nose of a dog.
Walking Luna is not so much walking as stopping.
I stop. I stop. Impatient to be moving on.
Blindly waiting – eyes rolling to the empty sky.
And suddenly with a change of focus,
Not up there, but underfoot.
rich and slow,
full and tactile.
I move between the stopping. Feeling through my feet.
Being told stories of cultures – and living,
of making and doing,
of moving through space- in time.
I can lift my gaze and take in more – see more – notice more.
What a gift the nose of a dog is.
Opening up minute spaces for the exploration of landscapes.
(Ed. Note: Walking Luna was previously presented as part of the paper ‘At the Crossroads – Writing Spaces Between Academia and Embodiment’ in July 2016 at the Writing as Spaces 4 conference, Oxford, England, and in this connection will be part of an e-book publication through Inter-Disciplinary Net publishing in 2017.)