Dear Friend,
The rain is practically invisible as it comes in at an almost perfect forty five degree angle. A commercial flight rumbles overhead and the rain is now dancing with itself, darkening the pavement and the terracotta pots outside the window. Heavier drops begin falling. It’s poncho and wellies weather.
Last night the little ginger kitten that lives in the loft extension of the house behind us made the leap from its usual place at the window onto the roof of their kitchen extension. That’s a storey and a half drop. Perhaps the first time it has ventured outdoors.
It hid a while behind some jade green ivy and two magpies came to drink from the roof guttering. Instinct taking over, the little kitten stalked the birds, who simply hopped and flapped out of reach.
Zara sat on our back door step as Katie and me watched the drama unfold.
The family who live on the ground floor eventually heard the kitten and the guy passed on the news to the young woman who lives in the loft. Leaning out from her waist she was able to stretch from a first floor window. The kitten ran to her and tried to climb the wall so she could just about reach far enough to scoop the youngster up into her arms.
Such a simple thing can open your heart space.
You know that video where you’re asked to count how many times the basket ball players in white pass the ball, and you have to ignore the passes from the players in black and then if it’s your first time, you don’t notice there’s a person in a gorilla suit walks unnoticed through the frame?
Our attention is highly selective.
The false self is looking for the false self.
Look for ugliness and you will see it all around you.
Look for beauty and you will see it even in the most unlikely of places.
Till Tomorrow
Love
Mikey