He Digs, He Digs!

To say, only, that The Boober likes to dig - to Scoop and Dump in his parlance - is to miss, entirely, the meaning of this sublime act. He does not just "dig", he becomes A Digger, melding himself to whatever implement he currently feels inspired to utilize. His Digging is a quest; not simply for a wider, deeper, hole, but for a sense of meaning in a rather scatter-shot world of activities unconnected to anything meaningful. He gets down on his belly, in his clean hoodie and jeans, and digs elementally with his hands until his body melds with the soft earth. He squats close to the ground in his camouflage-patterned pants and digs with a green, then a red, shovel; dirt flying in every direction it shouldn't. He clambers on top of his yellow excavator hunches forward until the thing tips forward across its center of gravity and pitches itself into the hole du jour, and grips both levers to control both the action of the scoop and elevation of the boom. He immerses himself so completely in the act of Digging, that the world melts away as completely if he were in a deep state of meditation; which, may, in fact, not be so far from the actuality of the thing. Meditation is about clearing out of the mind of all thoughts but the focus of the meditation; often this is focused on the breath, the Om, but in the case of The Boober, the focus is the ever increasing volume of the hole, and the ever increasing volume of the dirt mound that surrounds it. It is impossible to watch him and not be transported a calm place. He is supremely happy in this place of his own construction, and it is joy incarnate to watch him. Left to follow his heart, he would sit there at his hole until the darkness made it impossible to continue, sleep swept over and consumed him wholly, or Daddy had the ugly task of taking him in for dinner.