My doggies are my little zen masters. They reveal who I am so often (the good, the bad and the ugly) and teach me how to live simply. Their concerns are minimal. They want to be fed, go out for some fresh air, rest when they're tired, and get some attention and love once in a while. My grandkids do that for me too. If I'm paying attention, they show me God.
Cowboy and Puk are getting old. (Weird, huh? They still look like they're puppies if you overlook the greying coats.) They don't seem too concerned about approaching the end of their lives and the limitations of old age. They just are. So lately, they're teaching me how to accept and let go. (However, I will cry and grieve with intensity when they're gone. I'm not THAT accepting.)
I love these little guys.
What, if anything, functions this way for you? What points you to God and to your true self if you'll only pay attention?