#1. My cat does her morning business outside the litter box, which she has today deemed unsuitable to her needs. I watch myself move through: instantaneous anger, awareness that I have contributed to the event (pumpkin, a deliberate laxative, in her food), pity for her two-brained dependence on my care, and an attempt at “teaching” as I offer bits of the damage under her nose and simultaneously deny her request to sit on the couch with me.
#2. A Colorado friend worriedly emails me an article about multiple shootings in Chicago. We are supposed to rendezvous there next month. I send him an article from the Atlantic discussing the larger issue of race and powerlessness, and contemplate the many instances of random violence that have erupted around the country in recent months.
#3. Disturbed and overdue for my morning meditation, I closet myself for the ritual and take in a personal question with me. To my surprise, given my multiple concerns, I go into the inner space in minutes. For the duration I am suffused with the experience of the total body-being and love – “passion” is a better word but still not exact – which has visited me with increasing frequency in recent weeks. The brief sense of an angel around. Mind momentarily distracted by how such an angel might be painted. Redirect to the breath. My concerns and the particular question I brought to the session have been assuaged and answered.