This poem says a lot about how I teach and live my life right now. Overland to the Islands Denise Levertov

Let's go—much as that dog goes, intently haphazard. The Mexican light on a day that ‘smells like autumn in Connecticut’ makes iris ripples on his black gleaming fur—and that too is as one would desire—a radiance consorting with the dance. Under his feet rocks and mud, his imagination, sniffing, engaged in its perceptions—dancing edgeways, there's nothing the dog disdains on his way, nevertheless he keeps moving, changing pace and approach but not direction—‘every step an arrival.’