In the morning, I had a new thing, a cat meditation with Flo. In the morning, she is always on her cat stand, high up and near the window. She seems the most at peace there, looking out of the window at the ice, snow, feeling the cold blowing in from the punishing winds. I close my eyes and meditate with her, as I have done with dogs and donkeys, these are animals capable of centering of great stillness, of wondrous contemplative instinct. Animals know how to be still, to accept the world, conserve themselves against it’s trials.

My cat meditations in the morning are new, different. Not as deep yet as listening to Van Morrison, but deep enough, especially when it is so cold and stormy.