Walking the other way on a traditional
trail today, the dog seemed confused. Kept
stopping, sniffing, looking, turning back.
It is a pond loop, but he is used to the other
way round, as if his sense memories
had a direction built in.
Going around the ancient Celtic well,
walking the path clockwise round,
to invoke the blessing way. Turning
the path reverse to unwind the good
and warp the ribbon of spirit to dark
Does he know something that we