Surfacing

There are owls outside in the woods, hooting and echoing to each other. The cat ignores them, languorous on the cat tree, awaiting royal attention. She doesn’t feel the stress of my days except when it is all too much. Then she reaches a paw out and taps my hand, Read more…

Reclaiming space

My friend and I are supposed to have riding lessons on Saturday. It’s supposed to rain Friday night and part of Saturday morning, so there is a chance things will be too wet to ride. Before my ride, my friend suggested maybe we could haul our horses to my instructor’s Read more…