This morning I feel my energy balanced on my knees rather than my feet. I contemplate what that means, recognizing I feel a need to kneel and quietly pray. I am so touched by the rising of the sun, the awakening of crows and leaves. I have been actively involved in reaching out and "doing," and now there is a place where I need to sit, absorb, integrate, be. I need to balance the two ways of stirring in space.
The book The Glass Castle is still with me. It shows the power of the human spirit and also how sensitivity can lead to addiction and then unimaginable neglect of one's own life and the life of one's children. The book is not one of judgment, and, yet, one wonders at the extremes in which lives are lived. How much can we do for another? Certainly Jeannette gives a different view of the homeless, and she only speaks of her mother and her father, but there is something of independence and freedom that is there for some.
I will soon head to the vet with my little friend Tiger. He continues to rest but his front leg is injured and I think he needs more care than I can give him right now.