My eyes open to the soft darkness, instantly aware of the now familiar unease. Closing my eyes again, willing myself back toward rest, I feel the fatigue of this anxiety we are all lugging around. We labor together to haul the uncertainties, the fears stoked to fever pitch and still amply fueled by so much in the gaping absence of trust.
In the quiet, troubled dark, I feel the velvet brush of the cat’s paw on my forehead, so soft and gentle. I can hear his deep, radiant purr. He speaks to me with some other kind of knowing.
I can find my way back to joy. My heart beats not for my place on this chart, my statistical or economic value, my pool of data. No, my heart beats for the unquantifiable. The ecstatic mysteries of life and love are wholly mine, ours. It is there where all possibility remains. I turn my eyes in that direction.
Slowly, I am lulled back to restful slumber, feeling the cat’s soothing undercurrent of purr close against me.
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earth sky air 
Very lovely
Thank you so much! 🌷
Welcome
I really miss having a cat! Thanks for this comforting post!
Don’t know what I would do without my best friend. Appreciate your kind words and sharing! 🌷
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Here’s to the unquantifiable, Earthskyair! 🙂🐈
Yes!! Thank you! 🌷
A perfect partnership. Delightful.
I am lucky to have him in my life! 🌷