Outside, it is cold, humid, and windy; the winter darkness slowly transforms into the first morning light. Inside, I wake up and watch the solid, white-painted beams that support the roof. Luna has been awake for hours, jumping on me a few times, asking for attention and cuddles, or walking downstairs to return only minutes later and inform me of her discoveries.
Beautiful Luna and cat rituals with their families that bring joy, peace, a sense of normalcy in times that are otherwise not. No news yet. Must brace myself and thinking, right or wrong, I’m just not ready for the heavy things that will surely come next week. Must rest. Feel some strength return. Then maybe engage......🕊️
Soft, tender and lovely rituals 😊. And cheers to the new year ☘️
Thank you, Aida
Ah, there it is!
Morning with Luna .
The sweet vignettes of life that I love.
You’re looking fabulous, Luna!
Luna says thanks 🐱
How lovely 😊
🙏
A very special love 🐈⬛
And this is clear evidence why you should always write. Beautiful.
Thank you Rena. I will do my best 😊
Beautiful Luna and cat rituals with their families that bring joy, peace, a sense of normalcy in times that are otherwise not. No news yet. Must brace myself and thinking, right or wrong, I’m just not ready for the heavy things that will surely come next week. Must rest. Feel some strength return. Then maybe engage......🕊️
I’ll try to avoid the news for another week or so. Wishing you well.
You are so very kind!😘
What a lovely winter ritual. Seems Luna was helping Jack Frost with his frosty painting.
Haha. Yes, she’s very creative 😊