Two Things… (Part One)

As promised, my new running shoes – as funded by those who kindly responded to my appeal for help. Trail-specific and waterproof, so I can set off through the fields each morning… today, they truly did hold me up!

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And the most amazing response to them from a friend with a Bardic soul:

“I have seen many things in my time on this plane, and witnessed wondrous sights, but the vision of a Boudicca-like warrior priest/ess in the modern day equivalent of seven league boots with green go-faster laces is nothing short of awe-inspiring. Have fun dear lady BB /l\”

😀

Cats are Nice

Today has, if anything, been worse than yesterday. It feels as if I’m having an emotional migraine, and I’ll be so very glad when it passes.

But small comfort came from a surprising corner. Coming back from walking the dogs, I was met with a familiar smell and feeling…

Our cat, Harry, passed on last year, due to old age and illness. But the dogs won’t go into his place in the garden.

During times of trouble, he’d curl up next to me, always knowing when he was needed (even when it meant lying somewhere he didn’t like).

Today he’s around, keeping an eye on things.

“I meant,” said Ipslore bitterly, “what is there in this world that truly makes living worthwhile?”
Death thought about it.
CATS, he said eventually. CATS ARE NICE.”
― Terry Pratchett, Sourcery

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Subtle Wisdom

I’m not exhausted today, but I’m near. Life seems to be going from extremes of busy to bodily demands for ‘Rest NOW’… but I’m riding the flows, to see what comes. Overdoing it always proves unwise, to put it mildly.

Today, I’m reading: research and review books. My mind wants to be busy, but the tiredness is making focus difficult. So I’m letting the words pass in, reading slowly to understand, comprehend, grok as best I can.

And the ideas are indeed flowing. Phrases from the books jump out at me, demanding consideration. Words spoken by passers-by yesterday keep ringing little bells in my head, wanting to be remembered. Certain themes keep appearing, over and over, refusing to be ignored.

Several people poked me to write more (as in Book 3, ‘official’ writing rather than blogging, I think), but today is not for that. Today is for taking time, carrying around my little notebook and a pen, jotting down those phrases; whether from old books or wise friends, I’m not fussy. Let’s see where the ideas take me.

It’s a grey, rainy Monday outside – but the birds are singing. In here, the voices of many are coming together to make something… It’s just important to take that time to listen, to see what song is being made.