So here I am. We all are actually, where ever we are. Another day.
Here it has turned cold. With the biggest cold yet to come as the days grow longer. I've been quiet. Without words for why. That has not changed really. I wrote in my journal today, waiting for January. And then I wrote why? Why am I always waiting? Undo that. This is the great Undoing I think. The hardest. Undoing the definition of patience.
This is the month when shadows are long. Now I see where my stray cat inspiration has come from. The shadow of going. Which seems here a bit like standing. Without waiting.
I have learned a lot from this little beast. The first cat I have rescued from the wild. My wild. This place where I live and watch how it changes. This place that challenges me in so many ways. I marvel at how he knows it. He has no schedule. No place. He goes out. He comes in. He sometimes does not come in. He is fine. And he knows how to take care of himself. I like that about cats. I have tried hard not to break him. I am just here for him.
This one has been headless for too long. Inspired by this, I think I found a solution.