Those of you who know me, know I’ve made a life-long project of re-crafting myself.
At the moment Bugs found me – at that very moment – I found myself not much liking whom I’d turned into. Wanting to become more myself, as that person in a more desirable state.
The “gotcha day,” on which Bugs appeared, is getting on for two years now.
Since then, a cliche. Bugs’s arrival was a life-changing event. Let that simple worn-out phrase stand for an enormously consequential proposition: Life, impermanent, can change direction in an instant. Life’s course can turn on a dime.
Bugs has shown me this: It’s never too late for love.
It’s never too late for love.
Bugs has also shown me that never mind all the pre-Bugs decades I devoted to study – of martial arts, of meditation and mindfulness, of law, of FELDENKRAIS, of Nonviolent Communication. Now Bugs has arrived, it’s high time all that study bears fruit. Now.
It’s high time.
So one of my dear commentators wrote yesterday that “when a feline/human relationship is ‘difficult,’ those moments when you see that the love is mutual mean so much more.”
So, that commentator encourages: “Savor every second!”
Savor every second.
Like another dear commentator wrote yesterday, love is “ever-expanding.” Possibly she was thinking of my friend’s Rudy of blessed memory, when she gives thanks to “all those who share,” who “find comfort in,” that ever-expanding love.
So finding comfort in, savoring, every second of love. Yes indeedy.
Here’s the challenge, though. Savoring every second – period. The good love bits – and the bits bad and ugly as well.
The truth is, this feline/human relationship has indeed been “difficult” at times.
It wouldn’t be the whole truth without at least a nod to what else Bugs gets up to.
The good the bad the ugly – it’s all life. And dar by gum, life will show up as it will. As Jon Kabat-Zinn puts it:
It’s the full catastrophe.
The whole truth is: He’s wanting to tear a squirrel to bits. Just outside reach.
Nature red in tooth and claw. The full catastrophe.