A tale, I have an acquaintance I have spent years trying to get to know. She’s been insulated by layers of ideas, words, conclusions, apprehension, fear, … I wanted to get through all of this to the person beneath. Before that however, there is a tale within the tale… Once upon a time, I tried to bathe a full grown, stray cat I had just found. She didn’t take to the idea. As I lowered her in a wash tub of water all four paws grabbed onto the sides of the tub. No matter which one I managed to pry loose there were three others hanging on for dear life. She was long haired and her tail flipping around was hitting the water and soaking me. Once I could drain the water from the tub, she released her grip and stalked off like the warrior she was… but for the dripping tail. The point of the story is to give you an idea of what this project to bond with my acquaintance has been like. I have only been able to lift one of the layers at a time. It would snap back in place as I went for the next one. Today, I gave up on that project and metaphorically drained the water. I released my grip on the “mission”. I see the acquaintance as the part of myself that I once needed and learned from but will no longer allow to consume so much of my energy. I now place more value on getting to know who I am at this moment. There is SO much to experience in this moment when not filtered through the past. This is my declaration of how I chose to stalk forward… being the warrior that I am!
P.S. I took the stray cat …the heroine of the bath tale… to the vet and had her shaved to get rid of all of the knots. The universe must watch over the well-meaning but unaware. I don’t know why she didn’t shred me for trying to bathe her. The vet in all the years he took care of her had to wear gauntlet gloves. When carrying her out in her crate…hissing and yowling … he would say “Here come Happy!”
P.S. I took the stray cat …the heroine of the bath tale… to the vet and had her shaved to get rid of all of the knots. The universe must watch over the well-meaning but unaware. I don’t know why she didn’t shred me for trying to bathe her. The vet in all the years he took care of her had to wear gauntlet gloves. When carrying her out in her crate…hissing and yowling … he would say “Here come Happy!”