The Cats Are Alright
At the quiet at the end of the world, we can find time for reflection, to think about the things that really matter. Some moments I've made my peace with an unsettled, surreal new world. The rug may have been pulled out from under me, but I know that I don't need to land, not right away. Sometimes it's better to just float, like a cloud on the wind. I don't know where I'm going or where I will find myself, but, in my better moments, I am alright with that.
Other times, the unsettled feeling induces a spiraling sense of panic. I don't know what's happening. I don't know where I am going. I don't know what is going to happen from one moment to the next and I am so not alright with that.
I wish that I could live in the clear calm moments, when I've reached deep into myself and found that inner sense of eternity. Some days are better than others.
We've had to leave behind the world we know. We've found ourselves stumbling through a strange new landscape. Hold my hand and I'll hold yours. Maybe together we can find our way to the other side.