Changing

It has been cold today, and rather grey.  Autumn has really arrived.
Of course, this is Boulder, and it could feel like summer again in another day or so...
But Mazal is behaving like winter is coming in:  she has meowed a commentary now and then, and snuggled.

This has been one of those days in which I feel lost and unmoored---they happen now and then:  when it feels like I have lost track of any plan for my life, am hearing no guidance and feeling no clear pull.  I rattle around in this house that I love, in the company of one cat, and wonder what I am doing in it.  I feel very fortunate, and therefore somewhat ashamed and guilty.  Lately, when I return to the early writing on this site, I cry---partly from longing and grief, partly from appreciation of the generous presence of you who have been reading and accompanying and supporting with such generosity of heart.
Blessings, blessings...