Nice, soft Friday
Sometimes I wonder what it’s like to stick your whiskers into your mistress’s face first thing in the morning, get fed, chase a squirrel and nap for hours. Then squiggle around and nap for a few more. I think we can learn a thing or two from Morgan.
Something exists. It exists whether we want it to or not. This something sneaks up on you and drowns you in a vat of emotion, turmoil and tiredness that you can’t relieve with caffeine or sugar.
R calls this thing the two day rule. You know. That feeling on day one that you push right thru and you know it’s going to suck the marrow out of life. You know the feeling on day two when you say to yourself that it wasn’t so bad after all. And you know the feeling on day three when you feel just shattered.
And then you have a little sigh for the rain, the wind, the chill. But it’s all a part of the even keel of the universe
and here, in my home, I’m untouchable. Watching the rain I’m part of the greater whole.
I’m under a wing.
All of a sudden it’s hard to believe that I had sort of a crummy day yesterday which put me into a bit of an emotional tailspin.
It’s all apparent. Sometimes it’s alright to push everything away and expand my immediate space and take a little time of my own and squander it how I will.
My hurt feelings and bruises fade to pale and I find myself unscathed.
It looks like the start of a very new and good time…and here, at home, the evening sun said so.