I saw a cat wandering through the gardens the other evening and for some unknown reason it made me think of you... and what was this strange kitty doing in my garden? Perhaps you sent him over so I could follow him to your place? What strange creatures cats are; so secretive and mystical they are. I just love them. And well, you know me... I had to know why he was here...
So I followed this kitty through the strawberry patch, and under the rose covered pergola and through that part of the garden where the columbines grow almost as tall as the Shasta Daisies...
Until finally he stopped for just a second, turn around and looked straight at me... then jump over the fence and disappeared before my very eyes... just like that!
Cats make me think of magical stories and the supernatural realm—if there is really one. Oh, I so wanted to follow that kitty straight to your place... but he was so fast!
Was it you? Was it really you trying to get my attention? Because that's the intuition I got. I hope you’re not in any kind of trouble, are you? But in case you are going through some tough time, let me tell you this: We really are not in control over what happen to us or to our bodies. Even though I am a strong advocate of healthy lifestyle choices these healthy habits do not guarantee longevity, or happiness. But when it comes to those dark episodes in our life that are beyond human power, this is when I really best turn my life over to my Heavenly Father.
When I find myself experiencing fear, I like to imagine (and believe it too) that my Heavenly Father is holding my hand. I am His daughter, I walk with Him; I talk to Him and even laugh with Him. One the things I like to do while in my garden is imagining God gardening besides me.... odd? Perhaps, but this is absolutely real to me. Believing, not only makes me feel wonderful inside; it also gives me wings to, like the birds, fly high above worry and fear. It is an amazing feeling!
Oh and did I tell you? My peonies have finally unfurled! Yippee Kay-ay! And that was without the help of those magical peonies ants! Ah yes, I even got to have a glimpse of them as they flew by over the house in the roses on their way to some other cottage, but I guess they decided not to land here after all, because I never saw them in the garden; which, by the way, I didn't mind a bit.