Yes, dogs… When I was little, my granddad had a big black dog. I was terrified and didn’t dare to get up the stairs when he was standing there. Roxy.

In the last few years, I have been living with a big black dog. Baily. And my, how I learned a lot from him! How to connect. How to see each other for real. Underneath the skin. How to love, as you say, unconditionally unconditional.

He died this week. I loved him.

I wrote about him once already. And I’m sure I’ll write about him again…

Family: the Benefits of Deep Listening and Calm Presence

Thanks for making me remember…