My beloved cat is dying. Ruti doesn’t know this. As far as he’s concerned, his world is cuddling with his pals, Boo and Chi Chi, while the tabby, Benez watches over them; going outdoors to lie in the shade under the big Ponderosa pine; spending Quality Time in my room with me at night while I read. Ruti doesn’t know that relatively soon he won’t be here. I do and my heart breaks when I remember it. You see, he looks and acts like his normal friendly, cheerful, labor organizer self (Imagine what heart and patience it takes to be an organizer for cats who have no demands.)
This morning I began to dive into on-line work – and stopped. I took myself, my notebook and pen to the front porch. I wrote the most honestly I have in a long time. When there were no more words, I remembered a teacher once telling me that the most powerful key for a locked door was to change one thing. The change this morning: Leaving the computer and going to the shadow and soft light on the porch.
After you read my words, change one thing – immediately. I’d love to hear what happens. As before, the first person to send me their writing will win thirty minutes of free writing consultation.
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