The world is our mirror. Our unresolved issues are reflected back to us through our circumstances, our lives, and in others. Lucy the cat…my teacher. She was one of our daughter’s two cats we took in until we could find homes. But two cats were one too many. Lucy was the youngest and most easily placed I thought. But my conflict about letting her go was palpable. I finally realized the reason: she was too much like Kelly. So, letting go–well, it has been messy. One home didn’t work out, another now looks promising.
In the meantime, I’ve allowed myself to see again how things are always interconnected.
Lucy
Thrown outside, found
in a tree – rescued.
Abandoned by death
taken in – rescued.
Still curious, innocent,
Still trying to learn
to be herself,
Explore, taste, hunt
Sleep on bed.
Chase off competitors
Somewhere deep inside
always trying
to convince herself
She’s safe
She’s OK
She’s loved.
Reflecting
“not enough”
I don’t know how to play,
to comfort the deep wounds
not of my making.
Shipped off again
looking for the perfect home
It doesn’t work.
Suddenly knowing
there is no perfect anything.
Just love, just trying,
and the tears fall.
This one took my breath away and drew tears at the same time! A humble thank you.
Brett says “Don’t try. Just do it or don’t do it.” Love goes where it is needed the most. Wrap your arms around your shoulders and hold your body in a deep embrace. Hold your neck and head like a lover would hold you. Cup your hands around the round base of your head and collapse your warm palms on your neck. Lean in to it and let the heat rise up from your belly. Good for you that the tears are falling. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Wash the insides of your heart and soul with your release. Contentment and peace with all that is requires the grief to run its course. You are a courageous soul and a wonderful model of a conscious gentle woman. I have fallen in love with you and your mind.
Beautifully bittersweet, Barbara. Love to you.
Thanks for this, Barb. It’s beautiful.