Jenny Mendes

The Opening of Eyes That day I saw beneath dark clouds The passing light over the water And I heard the voice of the world speak out I knew then as I have before Life is no passing memory of what has been Nor the remaining pages of a great book Waiting to be read It is the opening of eyes long closed It is the vision of far off things Seen for the silence they hold It is the heart after years of secret conversing Speaking out loud in the clear air It is Moses in the desert fallen to his knees Before the lit bush It is the man throwing away his shoes As if to enter heaven and finding himself astonished Opened at last Fallen in love With Solid Ground ~  David Whyte ~

"Those who are willing to be vulnerable move among mysteries." Theodore Roethke

You fall in love with someone slowly until there is no you or I.  Although I lived with my little cat for at least 12-14 years I barely remember a time here in this house without her.  She arrived unexpectedly, and decided this would be her home the way cats sometimes do.  We named her Heidi Fleiss but I always only called her Kitty.  Slowly she changed over time, from being a very shy skiddish young cat to one much less wary, and actually a constant shadow and companion.  I always had hoped I would have a little cat that would like to sit in my lap and after many years, she trusted me enough to satisfy my wish.  She would go for a walk with me.... more like a dog than a cat though she she was mostly catlike in her nature. She was one of the first sounds and presences I would hear and experience each morning and was always in my personal space, and now I feel a huge emptiness without her.  She traveled with me, made friends, was always there never ask...