The tree loomed above me as I dug my heels into the snow, climbing the hill towards it.
The pine grew out of the break in the rocks, and I stood before it as if before an altar. It was so perfect, as if intentional. The rocks opening up to form a passage to the tree which towered straight up as if with profound purpose.
It felt holy and something stirred inside of me, not unlike the feeling of desire. I wondered if this is how people felt when they stood before an altar in a church praying to the Virgin Mary or Jesus on the cross.
I’ve knelt before those altars early in my life, but never felt anything like this.
After a while, I fished my iPhone out of my coat pocket and snapped a picture. Then another, to make sure I got it right and this time I saw Fate standing next to the tree.
In my awe, I had forgotten all about her. But there she was, making herself a part of the thing that I was giving my full attention.
It’s not the first time she’s done this.
Fate often walks right into a picture I’m taking. It’s different than when she runs ahead and waits for me. It’s more like she’s as curious or interested as I am, in what I’m looking at. In some way, she actually becomes a part, not just of what ever it is I’m looking at, but of the whole experience.
Maybe she senses the intensity of what I’m feeling and this is her way of acknowledging it, of sharing it with me.
I’m beginning to think that Fate understands the language we share better than I do. I keep trying to talk to her in words but it’s images and emotions that we really communicate best in.
There are times that Fate looks at me with such intensity that I’m sure she’s trying to tell me something telepathically and I’m just not “hearing” it. Sometimes she’ll give me that same look then glance at the door or the kitchen drawer where the treats are, and back at me again. A sure sign of what she wants.
I’ve had dogs most of my life, but I’ve never had this kind of experience with any of them before. Maybe it’s Fate, or maybe I’m at a place in my life where I’m open to trying to understand and trust what is happening between us.