My cat, my hero

As I sit here tonight, icing and elevating, I am struck by a very powerful stillness and not because my legs are elevated. There is no inner voice! An absence of thought! You know the voice--the one that says "you could have done better, run faster, should have done this, if only you had/hadn't, the next time you better, don't forget to--that voice! It is not there. Nope. Instead stillness, quiet, space. Nothing and no one except for me and Einstein, just sitting and being.
People often make fun of me because of my love for my cat. It is a kind of hero worship. Should I be embarrassed that I have probably about 300 pictures of him sleeping and looking cuddly? Because I am not! He is able to do something that I have not been able to master. The art of just being. He is my zen master. I yearn for the calmness and sense of stillness of a lazy cat. Einstein earned his name for his smarts. To me, he is more wise than smart. He does some pretty dumb things sometimes. But he, in his wise way, has a gift for making me present to the moment. This gift might manifest itself in ways that to others appear like the behavior of an annoying, devious cat. But nope, not to me. His sitting across my papers staring me down as I feverishly type, knocking the iPhone out of my hand as I text, plopping across the laptop could be seen as a needy cat demanding attention. And maybe that is all that it is. But for me, it is his wise way of bringing me into the present moment. As someone who spends most of her time "thinking" and "doing" those moments of being present in the now are a gift. Tonight, he is laying next to me,curled up, leaving me alone...just letting me be. Pretty cool for a cat!

Peace, <3, and :)

Christy