Category : Diary/Journal
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I saw a cat this morning stuck in the rain. It was only marginally concerned by my passing and didn't move as I paused beside it. I pulled out my phone and snapped a pic of it.
It seemed, I'm not sure how to define it, focused on it's situation. I couldn't help but believe that he was miserable though I imagined I was projecting my own misery into his countenance. After taking my shot I lifted my umbrella up over it and stood there beside him.
Something of my action, it seemed, cause him to notice me because he looked up at me; same squinty, eyes half lidded look.
"Well, little brother," I said. "Looks like we'll just chill here for a minute."
Of course his only response was to begin licking the water out of his fur and again, I'm sure it was only me projecting my own beliefs, but he may have appreciated the break from the rain I provided.
My own life has been a series of rainfalls. So many dreams and hopes I have lived in excited anticipation of and yet, looking back at where I've been and where I stand, it seems I haven't gone anywhere at all.
They say that time heals all wounds and I believe that, but time has it's methods of dealing with reality and wont be forced or rushed. It is a blessing and a curse that it is up to me to determine what I do with the time I have.
I think of how many times someone has come and stood over me providing a brief respite from the rain. Too many weeks and months I had passed in despair, so much wasted "time".
I can't imagine where I'd be in life if not for those moments of compassion from others. Where someone came and stood over me with guidance, assistance, or just to be near me with their love.
I stood there for almost a half hour. Even when the rain began to taper off and the cat left continuing with whatever of his daily chores he was behind in I stayed there, thinking...
It is only when being out in the rain and wet are we able to really appreciate coming out of it - into the warm and dry. With so many drops of unplanned circumstance happening to me, still it is good.
I am free to be whoever I choose to be. So let it rain, it's all good.