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A cat showed up on our little stoop a few months ago, which we immediately found 100% delightful and we rushed out to meet her and she ran away. From then on, building the relationship was the slowest of slow dances until the day she decided that we should totally pet her and we totally agreed. We dug up an old food tray from somewhere deep in the attic and started leaving her food each day, and then we got used to greeting our 8am (on the dot!) visitor each day.
One of the first casualties of social distancing was our relationship with our porch kitty, who we cleverly (I’m kidding) named Koshka (”cat” in Russian) and who stopped visiting shortly thereafter the order kicked in, which confirmed our suspicion that she was indeed a home kitty for someone else.
Happily, Koshka is back. She’s not quite as punctual (yesterday she arrived at 10am, today at 8:30), but she’s always pleased to see us (and her tray).
The self is a patchwork of the felt and the unfelt, of presences and absences, of navigable channels around the walled-off numbnesses. Perhaps it’s impossible for anyone short of an enlightened being to carry the weight of all suffering, even to recognize and embrace it, but we make ourselves large or small, here or there, in our empathies.
Rebecca Solnit, from “Wound,” The Faraway Nearby (Penguin Books, 2013)
Music is like a dream. One that I cannot hear.
Beethoven.
a playlist: again (and again)
M Ward / Poison Cup
Bettye Swann / Today I Started Loving You Again
The Moody Blues / Your Wildest Dreams
Tee-Set / Ma Belle Amie
Wilco / I’m The Man Who Loves You
Mumford & Sons / I Will Wait
Jewel / You Were Meant For Me
Kevin Morby / Come To Me Now
Yo La Tengo / Nowhere Near
Coldplay / Shiver
The Beatles / Long Long Long
Crosby, Still, & Nash / Wasted On The Way
Gary Wright / Dream Weaver
The Righteous Brothers / Unchained Melody