I really thought that was the end of that.
But clearly I was wrong.
No signs, no evidence. Just shreds of paper.
I could hear the unmistakable sounds… right above my head.
One of the dogs could hear it too, even though she chose to ignore it.
Maybe it’s the best way? Ignore it and it will just go away…
No, it’s just too tempting.
I just… have got to… go and have a look.
On my workshops I often share with the attendees how much I like the Rudyard Kipling story, The Cat That Walked By Himself, from Oh So Stories. you can read it Here.
This story is in a similar vein, but from Zimbabwe. It does encapsulate cats very well too… This is dedicated to all Women, Cats and Catwomen everywhere…
Once upon a time, there was a wild cat, who got tired of living alone and chose for herself a husband, another wild cat who she thought was the finest creature in all the jungle.
“When you are knittings socks and sweaters and scarves, you aren’t just knitting. You are assigning a value to human effort. You are holding back time. You are preserving the simple unchanging act of handwork.”
– Stephanie Pearl-McPhee, At Knit’s End.
My soul often has the urge to go wandering in nature. To feed on the sights of the valleys and woodlands that form Ashdown Forest. The peaceful sounds of the streams running free, the grounding presence of the trees, the smell of gorse flowers, the touch of moss, the shades of wet leaves, the sight of all the wild animals…
I have just uploaded a new video on my youtube channel… :)
Tessa’s last resting place in the back garden, one of her favourite places.
I had been connecting quite a lot with cats the couple of days before she left… Cats with messages for me and also for others, and it made me smile.
That night, Our dog was very agitated waking us up all night.
The next morning I had a funny feeling about Tessa, the old cat who used to live with us (She has never been our cat, she was our landlords cat and she came with the house). She wasn’t in her usual spot… the thought that she had been hit by a car came to my mind so I went to check on the sides of the lane, by the house. No. Nothing. As I was walking back to the front door, I saw her dead body lying in a puddle under the windows, at the front of our house. My first feeling was that she had been hit by a car and was thrown over the fence. Then as I was checking her stiff body, I found a bald patch on her side, and the trace of a bruise on her skin.
Later on that day, we saw a beautiful rainbow right over our house as we were driving back home, and it felt like a good omen for her.
Please join me in sending positive thoughts and prayers for Tessa’s transition… She passed away exactly a week ago.