Every Day is Different

I woke this morning a bit headachy. It must be from the cold front that came in yesterday and dropped the temperatures considerably. My neck was also a bit wonky, a bit crickish. I let Bunny out for his first pee and made some coffee and sat down to read blogs, read my daily meditations, opened Blogger Dashboard to start my post and on into my morning prayers.

Not much was inspiring me. I read through all the meditations. Bunny came up and let me know it was time for walkies. I suited up, grabbed the mp3 player and put on the Guru Gita which is overlaid with the thunderstorm and the 'eternal Om' and headed out the door.

We walked south past the new apartment construction, past the ball park, over the freeway and on to Banks Street, hooked a left and continued at a quick pace. The air is cool today and it's bright and sunny in Houstontown. And here I was, no schedule to keep at the moment except our morning walk. Heading north we went again over the freeway, cars speeding along and Bunny adopts this quick, head-up walking style. He occasionally looks back at me and I am all smiles.

As we come up to the last in a row of townhomes I look over at the and there is a big, beautiful Siamese marked cat that has gotten its head caught under the garage door. It's not moving or breathing. I stood there with Bunny just looking for a moment when the garage door opens and the cat's owner sees it and starts crying out and going back inside and coming back into the garage. She's distraught and making crying sounds. I take the ear buds out and tell her I'm sorry. She eventually comes out to the sidewalk with tears streaming down her face and she is beating herself up, because she always checks to see that the cats are outside and besides the sensor always keeps the door from closing.

She calls her friend to come and she moves over to us. All I can think to say is that I am sorry and to not beat herself up. She wonders what she will tell the kids, she killed their cat. That makes me sad, because she didn't kill the cat. It's just what happened.

Bunny is being really good and sitting beside me the whole time. Her friend arrives and they hug and she turns and thanks me for staying with her, and introduces herself as Sherry. Bunny and I turn and head home. And I am grateful to have been able to just be there and not run off during an uncomfortable situation. It's what neighbors do. And I didn't used to be a good neighbor.

I get back here and read Pam's post today and shed a tear. I thought about Robert and the fellowship and about Sherry and her cat. Then I read a comment from Christine and went over to her blog to check it out. Her post "God talking to me?" moved me:

"Healing doesn't take place when we clean up the living room and then let God in---healing takes place when we let God see the mess."

My morning has ended up differently than I had expected, not that I had an expectation.