Truth is stranger than fiction according to many people who have seen what happens around me and to them, on many occasions. Sometimes I have had others affect me in the same way. This is part of the story told in my article The Man who Loved Jail.

The Cat:

the cat meowed and moved slowly out of his way

he knew it wanted something

but it didn't come to his outstretched hand

so he meowed

she winked

he felt

they parted friends

perhaps never to meet again

the Earth was pliant under foot

the trees engulfed his heart

and took his mind to the tree tops

so his soul could feel, forever

the timeless beauty and purpose of life

~ the relative unimportance of his human fears

and frailty

she stood next to him

in a place far away from the cat and the trees

in a town where spirituality is raised to a new low

he felt the cat's friendship and wisdom

he knew how unimportant his worries were, and the roots

of the tree...

seemed to tie their feet

entwined; lovingly

with certainty and timelessness

he awaits the mountain top with excited anticipation

still fearful, he might fall

~yet fully confident

in its rightness

Author and activist for Ecumenicism and egalitarian creative potential.