Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who have seen what happens around me and to them, on many occasions. Sometimes I have had others affect me in the same way. This is part of the story told in my article The Man who Loved Jail.
The Cat:
the cat meowed and moved slowly out of his way
he knew it wanted something
but it didn't come to his outstretched hand
so he meowed
she winked
he felt
they parted friends
perhaps never to meet again
the Earth was pliant under foot
the trees engulfed his heart
and took his mind to the tree tops
so his soul could feel, forever
the timeless beauty and purpose of life
~ the relative unimportance of his human fears
and frailty
she stood next to him
in a place far away from the cat and the trees
in a town where spirituality is raised to a new low
he felt the cat's friendship and wisdom
he knew how unimportant his worries were, and the roots
of the tree...
seemed to tie their feet
entwined; lovingly
with certainty and timelessness
he awaits the mountain top with excited anticipation
still fearful, he might fall
~yet fully confident
in its rightness
Author and activist for Ecumenicism and egalitarian creative potential.

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