I’m pretty woo woo and I’m pretty quiet about it. I think I’m pretty quiet about a lot of things. A miracle happened recently, and I wasn’t looking for it. I’m still absorbing and reeling from the experience. It’s been emotional in a good way. Suffice it to say, when I get out of my own way, and perceive things in a soft way (that’s really the only way I can explain it; language falls short here), I notice different and significant things. Some people would call these “signs.” Take that as you will.
I can tell you we’ve adopted a new kitten. She’s a three-month old gray tortoiseshell and is very very happy. And we are, too. We had no intention for or need for another cat. But some things couldn’t be ignored. Take that as you will.
The interesting thing about this whole experience has been that my logical, real-world side proved to be pretty strong, as well. I did everything in my power to ignore or discount the “signs.” Then, I took a leap.
This probably sounds pretty cryptic. I need to get my creative expression around it and write the epilogue today. But first, I need some time outside! I need to move a little so I can write better, later. I was up at 5 a.m. this morning, writing, and that felt great.
It’s a lovely Labor Day. I finished judging three cat mystery novels, and a newspaper article, for a professional organization. What fun – I’d do that again, even though the time commitment proved to be tricky. I’m not normally a mystery reader but it was great to be exposed to these new and fun books. Each author had such a unique voice and approach. I feel very fortunate today.