The other is where we are directed towards each other but we link visually, we ask many questions from each other and answer them with more glances, perhaps a nod. If the situation necessitates it one of us might give a little meows or get up and sit in a different direction.
So we sat that afternoon toward the back courtyard, heat still hanging in the air but the cement was wet and light was everywhere.
My glances bounced around, the hose, the water,
I recalled only briefly something I had read and shared it with the dudes:
Upon that glance which Jesus cast upon Peter as he went to the Cross probably hung the destinies of Christianity. Had it not been one of forgiveness and love Peter would not have gone out and "wept bitterly." Neither, in all probability, would he have died a martyr to the Cause of Him whom he denied in that moment of angry fear. Is it too much to go one step further and assert that the destinies of the world hung upon that moment of time when the eyes of Peter and His Master met and he read therein not what his soul knew he deserved but what God's mercy conferred as a bounty on His part.
Portals to Freedom, Howard Colby Ives
Cat boys glanced at me and tried to influence my future. I grabbed their little faces and kisses them.
Happy Tuesday everyone...ciao!