Recently I was hanging out with my folks for Mother's Day. We had nearly the whole crew there - me, my parents, their dachshund Flash Gordon, Malti, and, of course, Pearl.
This is typical for us - a family gathering isn't a real family gathering unless it is interspecies.
I have adored reading since I learned how to read. Many nights since, it is a real battle of wills between my love of reading and my love of sleeping to see who will cave first. I have a tendency to find a teacher whose work I love and immerse myself in their books - and only their books - for weeks or even months at a time...however long it takes to begin to master even the basics of what they have to share.
But while I frequently have to read and re-read and re-read again and again to grasp fundamental lessons on determination, resilience, positive visualization, intuitive living and staying the course towards my dreams, my interspecies family members have never read a single book on any of these topics.
They've never needed to. They just do it instinctively (thanks and you're welcome, Nike).
In a single family gathering, I can witness multiple instances of this truth.
For example, our dachshund, Flash Gordon, loves to chase small lizards. He loves them so much he will even ignore a plump squirrel, tail wiggling in challenge, to pursue a sprightly lizard interloper.