After a full day of travel, I arrived home to the news that my amazing and wonderful kitty, bosely, is very ill.
Wow, and the flood gates open.
I feel like I am mourning for about three really important changes occurring in my life right now and I am heart broken. Change is a beautiful thing. Angles and bruises shape and color our person. But the process is so uncomfortable. So when the things of comfort, aka a rad cat is threatened, I feel the changes, the uncomfortable, so deeply. I suppose feeling it and not judging that would probably work best.
Ah, always things to practice.