Someone correct me if I’m wrong: it may be only 83 days left of summer. When June, a favorite month sped by in a haze of anguish, grief and exhaustion I decided to find the joy no matter what. I love summer and I love my life even when it’s peppered with four-letter words. It would be easy peasy to drown in self-doubt and pity. To shake my fist at the gods of why is everything is upside down and a challenge? Of course it’s not every single thing. It just feels that way from stress and not sleeping more than four hours in a row. It’s what it’s like to care for the sick and dying. In my case, it’s my cats but it feels no different than a child, parent, spouse or friend. It’s exhausting, heart-stopping, hand-wringing but with moments of peace and out-of-body bliss. The worst of times can be a blessing. Usually the insight comes after the event or transition is over and can be filtered in the rear-view mirror of memory. What if we didn’t wait to grab the blessing? What if we loved every fucking word of our life right now? Wretched. Shitty. Tiresome. Depressing.
Confusing, overwhelming, nasty, scary.
Heart-opening, tiny joy. Awe-inspiring wondrous. Soul-nourishing. Quixotic. Awful to awesome.
Any word you identify with is yours. Those words make up of the story of you. Your life. Only your life. No one else. You are the writer. You get to choose the words. Change the words. Make up words. Now that’s pretty fucking amazing.
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