A Return To Innocence

Natural Instincts

I dreamed of beautiful black, sleek horses in a lush, green, sloping field dotted with tall, gracefully draping trees, and two big draft horses interacting with me, attempting to get me to let them leave their yard – whereupon their owner called out from his window to them to quit coercing me, and they retreated, flicking their tails and tossing their manes, as if laughing.

Then, I heard many kittens calling behind me in an overgrown field, and a woman and I gathered them all and their mother to give them sanctuary – with my finding one a little older accompanying them and wrapping its blue, short-furred with black tiger stripes lankiness into the comfort of my partially rolled up shirt, snuggled against me as if in a momma’s pouch.

Altered States

A Good Moment

Taking the queen and ranger to the vet this morning, they both were up to their prior usual antics.

Our queen climbed onto the couch and tried to eat fake grass, and our ranger kept ranging all over up and down – including both trying and succeeding at easing onto my shoulders while I was sitting.

Then, our queen settled onto my lap and our ranger came and went as they both received cuddles, head-boop-groomed each other in gentle affection, and absorbed my carresses while stretching into gentle spine-flex rubs.

For once, we were there as a happy family.

Yes, the three of us are each falling apart in various stages – but we’ve belonged together.

Unified.

And I realized that this moment – for such rare moments as these – is what all of the struggle to keep them some version of healthy and alive has been all about.

Pure caring.

Sparks of joy

Love.