A Lesson From A Cat

About October time last year, I became increasingly aware of a lump on my inner wrist near the bone. Although I dismissed it as a lie at the time, it would appear I had failed to sufficiently address the fear which attended this condition, and the situation seemed to worsen, until I was awake at night with pins and needles in my arm.

The next morning on the way to work, I rang my dad for a few uplifting thoughts. Although our conversation was brief due to time constraints, I remember us discussing the need for more gratitude in our lives. I started there and then by giving thanks for the fact that that morning I was on a course which allowed me a better opportunity for quiet reflection than was the norm in my usual working day. I vehemently clung to this new idea, even when things became very painful, and it was at this moment that the cloud lifted and I felt a gentle movement in my arm. When I eventually looked at my arm days later, all was perfect, as it always had been. That was not the conclusion of this lovely healing however.

Two days after this I awoke early, feeling pretty sorry for myself and wondering how on earth I was going to get through the day ahead. I recalled the need for gratitude and my prior healing, but somehow something more was needed. At this point I looked down at the little bundle of joy at the side of me who was purring contentedly to herself. I tried to find some material reason for this satisfaction- I was not stroking her, I had not fed her, and she did not have any toys nearby, so why the happiness ?

It was at this moment the mesmerism broke. Did I not also have access to this innate joy, regardless of time or situation, and all the treasures of my dear Father ? I leapt out of bed towards a fulfilling and satisfying day full of happiness.