I wake up to magic...I note planetary objects move in the short time that I gaze at the skies, I hear birds sing operatically, and I see cat boys move about here and there while always reporting to me their findings.
On this particular morning, the moon was sometimes here and gradually appeared more to the left. Cat boy numero uno, Mr Sweet Pants, was perched on one of the high walls,
( I know the photo is blurry but if you follow his gaze you will see the bird in mid air)
Shortly after I noticed Mr Puffy Pants seated on the same wall where his striped brother was moments before; and when he sniffed the wall were traces of his brother lingered I wondered about those traces we leave behind.
a selection for meditation,
"On this journey the traveler abideth in every land and dwelleth in every region. In every face, he seeketh the beauty of the Friend; in every country he looketh for the Beloved. He joineth every company, and seeketh fellowship with every soul, that haply in some mind he may uncover the secret of the Friend, or in some face he may behold the beauty of the Loved One.
And if, by the help of God, he findeth on this journey a trace of the traceless Friend, and inhaleth the fragrance of the long-lost Joseph from the heavenly messenger, he shall straightway step into THE VALLEY OF LOVE and be dissolved in the fire of love. In this city the heaven of ecstasy is upraised and the world-illuming sun of yearning shineth, and the fire of love is ablaze; and when the fire of love is ablaze, it burneth to ashes the harvest of reason." (The Seven Valleys)
and one super stretch to prepare you for your days ahead.
Pawfuls of kisses were spread in the air as they walked home.