Wind talks to me, ever so gently tonight, and lets me know that MHJ is happy and coming home.
The sun is rising, he’s prancing around me, rubbing my rugged legs; happy to be home. I’m happy to see him.
“I see that you’ve had a good night. I hope you found what you need near; you must always come back. I love you - I think I will let you choose your own family. For now, I'm just happy you are here with me.”
After all, how does a tree go about finding a family for a cat?
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Whimsical Wanderer
Narrative threads are everywhere, weaving through realms and stories. Words are vital vibrations, connecting us to deeper truths. I joyfully dance with them, co-creating tapestries of meaning that resonate beyond the page.
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The Voice of Violence is Silence
Disclaimer: I love reading, I love science fiction. I came across an old, tattered copy of Octavia Butler's "The Patternmaster" and though I had read this book many years ago, I re-read it. It inspired the following pondered thoughts. I figured why not share them with you?
By Whimsical Wanderer 4 years ago in Fiction
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Lol. That was fun.