This is my cat, Otis:

Otis is not really meant to be a cat. He’d be better suited as a Unicorn or a Flying dragon…or in the body of Falkor from Neverending Story. He is meant to be having epic adventures, being brave, wearing his heart on his sleeve. He is the kind of spectacular creature that deserves a myth written about him. The moral would have to do with loving unconditionally or never giving up.

Alas, he has taken the form of a house cat this time around. And the only myths written about him will be the ones I write on my macbook. And who knows, I may never write one again.

Disclaimer: I promise I’m one of those parents who is always going on about their “gifted” child. I have another cat. Her name is Ramona and she is very much supposed to be a cat. I love that about her. I love them equally. But this is about Otis.

When I adopted Otis, his foster mother cried and whispered to him, “I told you it was going to be your weekend, Brad.” (Yes, Brad. Can we say, upgrade?) Then she apologized and said she was sorry and she didn’t usually do this but he was…well, special.

He was the runt of the litter, the last to be adopted. I watched him in his little cage that day and I must say, I knew he was going to be a handful from the start. He ran back and forth in his cage until I walked up at which point he stopped and looked directly in my eyes. When I say look I mean with depth and utter sincerity. And I wasn’t special that day, he did that with everyone.

I was taken a back by it. He was communicating.

He’s a deep guy and he doesn’t really have bored cat face; his face is by far the most expressive face I’ve seen on a cat. What he feels shows right through and he feels a variety of things. A lot of the time it’s usual cat stuff: you know, sleepy, hungry, playful, sleepy, sleepy hungry.

And then he has an “Otis spell.”

He starts running around the house as fast as he can (fast). Up and down the stairs, he meows and jumps at the wall like he’s going to catch something (nothing is there)…This goes on for a while…once he’s worn himself out, physically.

He sits somewhere that places him at eye level and he looks at me.

It almost always makes me sad. It’s like he’s asking me, with a human sized blend of hope and despair, “Is this all there is? Is this life?”

I feel for him. I really do.

See my relationship to spirit is at the very center of my life. It is my understanding that my soul is an expression of the divine (the divine being the unifying source of everything that is). It is my understanding that I am woven into the fabric of the universe (God/Goddess/mother/father/source/One). I am not separate from the universe, though my human life and body may appear that way sometimes. It is my understanding that separateness is an illusion.

And when I really soften into knowing that I am connected to a vast field of consciousness (only part of which we can lay our eyes on), I feel bliss. When I soften into that deep connection with everything that is, I feel trust, I feel expansive, I feel formless and awe-some.

And then the phone rings and my boyfriend wants to let me know there’s no toilet paper and can I pick some up. Also, we need cheese.

Then I feel like Otis.

Otis should be dancing with Fairies in another dimension. And me? I should be a Priestess in a sacred cave communing with spirit and earth all day long or a Warrior Princess fighting dark forces.

But I have big student loan debt to pay off and toilet paper to buy.

And Otis has to relieve himself in a plastic box.

This is life.

Today, I’m getting Otis a cat leash and taking him on morning hikes with me. Maybe that will help make his life, rightfully more magical.

And me? I’m going to keep Circling and praying and teaching about the WILD Feminine. And I’m going to continue to hug trees and work with Crystals. That’s how I will make my day to day life a little more other worldly.

Truth: What other life would you/could you/are you living in some other dimension, some other world?

Dare: Do something today that will make your world, and you feel more like that place.

Love and unicorns,
C

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