For the first time in many years, I’m starting to feel at peace with my life and my surroundings. Maybe it has to do with regular meditation practice. Maybe just the stage of life. Kids grown. Life transitions. Being alone.

A few days ago, the full moon looked so large it seemed to be bouncing off the desert floor rather than hanging from the sky. Silver in a navy blue sky. The days cold, the wind is quieter than usual.

The nights have been below zero. The days sunny and also bitterly cold. I’m feeling overrun with cats in my life. And, yet, something in me can’t send them off to the pound where I know they’ll be put to sleep. Too many cats in this town already. Too many people who won’t spay or neuter their pets. But I can’t kill an animal. Maybe I’m still too raw from all my life changes of late, but somehow I need to make a positive contriubtion to the world, not a negative one.