If you were to ask me that question, I’d answer honestly: “I’m doing okay.” As it is for all of us, some days are better than others. Yet, all in all, given the long time in this particular desert, I am okay. What I’m not is great. This experience has registered as a form of trauma. And I’m only too aware of the need for healing. Morning and night, my prayers focus on this need. Slowly, the healing is happening.
A couple of days before Christmas the resident feline, Timothy, and I welcomed an abandoned 9-year-old cat that now goes by the name “Nelson.” He is flourishing with lots of love and attention. Timothy is more of himself, happy to have a new friend to tussle with throughout the day … and night. Surprisingly, I feel as if the household is as it should be and Nelson’s arrival has brought an unexpected healing I didn’t know I needed.