When you pick Bloom up normally, she squirms to be released from your tyrannical grasp. If you pick her up in the morning and stand with her next to the window, she is eternally grateful for your assistance in her life’s quest: to stalk the pigeons. She even purrs. Today, Andrew gave her the laundry basket as well to help her peek over the edge and terrify those rats with wings.
This morning I am making beautiful music and beautiful pictures of light. I’m starting a new day, a new month, a new blog schedule, and tonight is dinner with the cast and directors of my new musical experience. I haven’t worked out all the details yet, but life feels fuller.
More water, more light, more air. The things I need and the things all life needs are not so starkly different.
Good morning, T.