The world in spasm, everything changing in ways we try to imagine, then try not to. Long past worry, knowing that much will be broken, destroyed. But nothing lasts, and nothing lost, only mislaid and changed. Everything dies, and is recycled. Revolution in the air. Many still not acknowledging the extent, which is human and normal, to just keep on existing while the world burns.
Because if it doesn't, and we survive, then we need it all still working. So we hold on to normal, even if just a little bit, so we can regrow it later.
I intended to write more specifically, but I find now that I can't. This small story needs a bit more percolating.
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I have been meaning to write you; got lost in the day-to-day and it slipped my mind.
A few days ago - night, really - I was in the midst of a most unpleasant nightmare; images, odors and sounds all mixed together, and I was changing from child to twenties to old woman and back again. At one point, sitting on steps of old house from 1970s, sobbing. Felt a shadow brush against my legs, looked up to see a black cat sitting 10 or 15 feet away, on stone steps leading down to sidewalk. Its back was to me. I called to it. Cat got up and came to where I was sitting, only it grew larger and I grew smaller as it approached...cat was very large!
It purred loudly and bumped my forehead with its nose. I flung my arms around its neck, as far as possible; it purred again. Made me feel safe, safer than I have in a very long time - more than 60 years ago.
It was Moby, the ZenCat. The image began to fade, but I had time to look him in his eyes; was reassured all will be well.
Glad I remembered to tell you this time.
Re: your post today - the second paragraph is the best explanation of why I keep going on, especially when part of my brain keeps telling me otherwise. Thank you for that, Zhoen.
like Crow..the second paragraph says hang on in there. We'll get through
(0) (sorry, no words)
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