What a lovely, misbehaving pet! I know it well. They charm me, even though I pretend to be annoyed. The conundrum: that damned cat is doing it again, and isn't it completely adorable.
I keep going back to the poem, but struggling with what I want to say. First, this is not your first writing that caught my attention because you use references to cloth, fabric, tapestry, weaving, sewing . . things I know about.
But more, I took this one to be telling of some of the things I feel at this part of the journey: how did I get to be so far along the path, and I don't like to deal with all the painful inevitabilities, and why are all the "adults" dying off . . . oh, I'm one of the adults now, and not a young one. Everything I knew as the foundation slips away with time, death. Have I built my own foundation sufficient to hold myself? Unending questioning.
I can't even believe how short these long days have become. I'll be right back after life station identification.
What a lovely, misbehaving pet! I know it well. They charm me, even though I pretend to be annoyed. The conundrum: that damned cat is doing it again, and isn't it completely adorable.
ReplyDeleteI keep going back to the poem, but struggling with what I want to say. First, this is not your first writing that caught my attention because you use references to cloth, fabric, tapestry, weaving, sewing . . things I know about.
But more, I took this one to be telling of some of the things I feel at this part of the journey: how did I get to be so far along the path, and I don't like to deal with all the painful inevitabilities, and why are all the "adults" dying off . . . oh, I'm one of the adults now, and not a young one. Everything I knew as the foundation slips away with time, death. Have I built my own foundation sufficient to hold myself? Unending questioning.