There was a pattern. About 11:00 PM the entire gang was running laps on the ceiling planking, leaping electrical wires and dancing jigs.
“I trailed the snake fifty feet to a juniper at the corner of the building. Beneath the tree it curled its ungainly body into a corkscrew, raised its head, and fastened its eyes on me, its tail doing a rattle dance.”
I reached the sanctum sanctorum. A perfect ball of fluff made from a piece of jeans insulation interwoven with black cat hairs. The hole hollowed out of the center provided a soft and warm place for the architect to sleep.
Everyone can relate to family, home, friends, and wanting to be part of something bigger. And losing your way and finding that wise inner voice that guides you.
I rescued the quivering ball of fur from the jaws of my cat. Its tiny head stuck out of one side of Coco’s mouth, a grey tail trailed from the other side. I wasn’t even sure he had anything, but as I followed him on our evening walk, he had crouched and flicked his tail.…… Continue reading A Second Chance