In Which Rosie Goes For a Ride


“Blessed be you, mighty matter, irresistible march of evolution, reality ever newborn; you who, by constantly shattering our mental categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth.”  ~  Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Today is a big day, taking Rosie the cat to see the veterinarian. She’s got a chronic digestive something or other. Without details, it has been troublesome for us both. I did what I could with diet and method, and it did help a lot. But the rest in in the vet’s hands. Rose seems to feel just fine otherwise. Good. So, I am distracted. The ride over to the doctor’s clinic is seven miles. Rose hates riding in the car. I can expect a fair amount of moaning and such. All worth it. On a related note, I had coffee with a friend from the animal shelter yesterday. Great conversation. I found that I was articulating some of the more nuanced ways in which I dealt with the cats; communication, intuition, energy compatibility, and more. Healing work. My greatest success as far as healing goes was in connecting with depressed cats, as well as screamin’ ferals. The latter is mostly a lose/lose situation, but once in a while one came around. Nice.

The morning is quiet, and it is good to see the moonlight waning. More stars to see, and they are perky this morning. I’ve been outside several times. The air temp is 3º, but where I sit is right in the corner of two walls of the house. There’s a fair bit more warmth there. But I need it. Cabin fever can be combated with small doses of fresh air. Common knowledge, right? Whatever. Events and life conditions lately have nudged me toward more attention to my spirit. Maintenance and observation. The mind has it’s moments but it is overall smooth. There was a time in my life when I would have withheld mentioning the meds I take, for fear, yes fear, of somebody coming at me with the anti-pharma stuff. And just now I opened myself to anti-fear commentary. Geez. Moving forward. The meds work. That is my full concern. Well, that and compassion, and mercy, and all that good stuff. A guy’s gotta give himself a break once in a while. Finding a job soon would also be nice. So what I have here is a close and personal blog post. Today, this morning, it’s about the cat. Let’s go.

Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.


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