in the middle of my road lay a black cat.
was it my black cat?
my
heart!
oh
no.
it was not my black cat….
.
wrapped in a black towel
i took him to the vet
to see if he was micro- chipped…
but he was not chipped.
he was not my black cat.
he was Yours.
the pools of color,
wet with potential,
lay in the sun
to dry and wait for their mysteries to be uncovered….
(we never actually create alone -)
when the sun was done,
we searched them for where fish were hiding in splots and splashes –
no matter how you feel,
you are never alone….
sometimes like fish in a school,
we need our classmates to remind us…
and perhaps an angel to point the way….
i spent the afternoon studying a great blue heron…
on a piece of paper,
in a class on Chinese painting…
a picture of a picture to be painted…
struggling to find my beginner’s mind.
there is nothing like learning a new skill to remind us to be humble…
now go and paint 108 cranes.
.
All of us are caterpillars in some places –
even if we are butterflies in others…
on my way home,
the evening brings a small flock of snowy egrets
reminded me of the need to roost.
and the importance of dreaming in color.
it wasn’t an accident.
She had been warning you for weeks….
the real question is when will you finally LISTEN
and stop making excuses for your bad behavior?
who knows what draws two beings together,
need or want,
desire or healing,
who knows where that invitation comes from —
all that matters is that we answer it.
we all radiate,
we all glow,
even the cats in the alleys know
the grace of a silent purr.
words fail me,
ink and paint and paper do too.
all there is
is
You.
and no way to share…
the sun
shines through the blinds
like heavenly rays
and the silence is the songs of angels –
i am blinded and deafened…
and all there is is now.
no need to share…
the commandments are not
‘sit
stay’,
but
GO
FIND.
the last passenger of my mother’s little red car
was a feral calico
who purred her way onto a lap
and into a heart.
The car took her last trip today….
my mother’s last ride on this earth was several years ago…
yet i remember the adventure well.
She knew that all is patchwork and trust,
release and travel onward.
The calico hopped out, purring.
She knew too.
the skies were grey,
the lap was full,
a big dog
a little dog
twin cats
and
a calico,
and
somewhere slinked at our feet,
a splash of living black velvet….
there is safety in numbers….
the warning sounds chimed on my telephone –
Go to your safe space ….
But i was already there…
for i was with You.
a storm is coming,
but it will all be ok….
walking surrounded by people,
i pause for a moment on the grass.
i look down and there You are looking up,
mohawked and hot,
you rest in my shade….
i bask in your Love.
Oh spaniel – thank you for all the work you do!
.
today’s message is very clear,
LOOK UP with love.
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