My boy cat Jak
Most of the pictures of my cats end up on another one of my blogs, Turtle Life v7
You never tried to remember me
and here you come asking for a number
These are my tools
or better yet, call them my weapons. It’s through them that I live and without them I may as well be dead. The Divine dictates my life and has anointed me with a skill to enable these, my weapons, to extract meaning or purpose from what seems like an inescapable maze of which I stumble to navigate.
A meager substance to some. A pittance. Some half-chance effort full of last ditch mediocrity. They wreak of sub-par and can’t be taken seriously… but they’re the glue that holds my heart together.
However weak my arms may be, they are all I have to carry my load. However broken they are, my legs are all I have to stand on.
My shell and my weight. Turtle life.
And in that moment I found my freedom
Sometimes in life we have to leave behind what is dear in order to seek our future, but I will never find another who loves me as you do.
We’re never prepared for confusion
[Look at me trying to make fancy images with Photoshop]
Okay, I do like the story here. I remember that she had to struggle to find the right emotion for this image, but I say she nailed it.