January 7, 2022
Why, oh why ( ???) did this come up today for re-blog?
Lemme tell ya…
Because I needed it. Maybe you do, too.
See, my word for 2022 is “Mindfulness” and try as I might, keeping my mind in the “here and now” is MUCH more difficult than I realized.
Case in point: Hannah, our darling black-and-white cat… and the black spot on her white leg.
She was curled on a blanket in a sunbeam. So cute. Then, I saw the spot…
… and I was transported back to 1990-something when a pregnant cat showed up on our doorstep.
The kids named her Dot because she had one black spot in the middle of her ample white tummy.
Their dad said we couldn’t keep her. He took her somewhere.
(That’s talked about in the post, so I certainly won’t linger here.)
The point is…. yesterday… I was driving to work… I thought of Hannah in her sunbeam and then Dot. I felt the tears welling up …
25+ years after it happened.
How does mindfulness fit in? It doesn’t.
Beating myself up for my part in an unhealthy relationship that had collateral (so much collateral!) is no way to live.
And, it’s no way to remain mindful.
So, is it funny that post this showed up today?
Possible trigger warning: Animal Cruelty. Subject and mild description only. No photos.
I saw the photo on my Facebook feed. I ticked it “Hide post” because I couldn’t bear to look at it. Then I unclicked it because something inside knew I’d want to see it again, to write about it. And so, this morning I went back to FB in search of it… and it was gone. Probably for the best.
You’ll wonder what it was. Well, let me tell you.
He was curled and cowering in the corner of an easy chair… by the side of a busy road. Waiting.
The caption said he was dumped with the chair that smelled like home. He believed his people would return – of…
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