Current flowers, 40’s vase, painting of my young horse who is 15 now and my great grandmother’s art nouveau lamp.
All are so familiar, so me, so lived with. All part of my continued existence and current pleasure.
Each night the cats and I and Liam curl around. There’s a trust issue here. Liam stretches and bares his stomach, the cats purr and shift. I push softly as I can stretching to the end of the bed, making myself a cat plank. Pachi moves me where she wants me and we all shift around. There’s room. There’s enough room. We can relax . We lie like babies, trusting and fully resonant.