Owch! My heart hurts.
We thought Orange Cat was injured, not so gravely ill. (Cats hide their pain so well).
He was purring. And then he was gone.
Surrounded by rainbows. For always now.
What will we do without his orange fur looking spectacular against blues and greens and patterns?
Then wave after wave of human-against-human heinousness.
Owch. Our connected hearts.
In other news, my art exhibition is coming inexorably closer … If you’d like a (real) postcard invitation, join my mailing list and send me your postal address. Anywhere in the world is fine. If you can’t come, put the postcard on your fridge and join the #HappyToBeHereProject (soon though, I’m closing it in about a week, so I can build the slide show in time.)
Find an action you can take to help make things fair.
Take care of your heart,
Meg x o