Light as chickadee feathers, Thalia’s toes stroked Henny’s head from her seat on one wing of the wing chair. “Our new studio mate seems comfortable! Dontcha think?”
Quiet as a basement mouse, and with a wink and a nod in the dog’s direction, Urania said, “Sloth.”
Alert as a whitetail on the opening day of deer season, Calliope replied, “Henny?… Sloth?… You have got to be pulling our proverbial antenna. Every time Typist goes to the bathroom, our fourleg bursts through the door with hope… believing it’s time for an adventure.” Cal rested her chin on her palms. “Hmmmm… interesting… Typist usually hits the powder room before leaving the house… and Henny is aware of the relationship.”
Words from Typist:
We experienced (already melted) snow this morning!
Instead of sprawling on cool tiles, Henrietta is curling herself into upholstered chairs.
I continue to work on presence and awareness as I live from moment to moment.
Is there a relationship between how I show up and what happens next?
OMG… What will happen when we all start showing up filled with gratitude, forgiveness, patience, kindness… #loveistheonlywhy?
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