Huh

This is healing, then: sitting on the chaise, surrounded by the purrs of cats - playing with each other, batting at each other, fighting over who gets to sit with me on the blanket and staring out the windows - and watching my birds and my backyard, snow on the trees, snow on the ground, sun in the air; reading what i can get my hands on and touching soft fur and refinding the little pieces of myself that stress broke and hid and lost.

I just felt one settle back in. This isn’t lazy, this isn’t wasted time: this is healing.

Huh.