I’m writing this blog while sitting at my dining room table. My kitty, Ms B, has been sitting on the floor next to me and tapping me on the leg with her paw. I stop whenever she does it and pet her as she looks up at me, her round face tilted to the side. “Notice me.” “Attend to me,” she seems to be saying. And so I do, and then I turn back to my work and the paw reaches out again tapping - “Are you there?” “Can you see me?” “Will you love me?”
I think I should linger longer, seeing her, reassuring her, and in turn receiving the gift of her love.
It makes me think about all the beings and beauty and loves that are tapping us saying “Notice Me!” “Attend to me!” “Love Me!”
So much is clamoring for our attention - so much busyness. The news and social media, the next scary thing. Yes we made it through the election and now what?
I wonder if in the midst of all the uncertainty and busyness and life in a pandemic if we are missing the love reaching out, tapping us saying “Here I am! Notice me!”
I wonder, too, if we can feel as emboldened as Ms B to ask for what we need of love?
Breathe with me…
What beauty, what love, what wonder, is tapping you on the leg or the shoulder or the heart, saying, “Stop. Look. There is beauty all around. There is a love waiting for you to see it.”
Love is reaching out right now.