Slow motion

This is very useful:
http://www.meaningmatters.co.uk/Stress/07%20Resources/711breathingtech.html
I should try it more often.

I'm taking the day for myself and my kitten. She woke me up this morning by climbing all over me and purring, rubbing her face against mine, giving me lots of kisses. Her markings and patterns are just extraordinary. She looks like she's wearing thick white eyeliner. She's definitely swirled marble all over -- mostly black and gray with white paws and belly, but when the light hits some spots, they turn golden beige like marble pound cake. I can honestly say that as far as markings go, she is the most beautiful cat I've ever seen. Beca's calico Critter still holds my record for cutest face, but Tuesday has the most beautiful fur pattern. And they both have the cutest meows.

I had a dream last night that replayed Friday morning, the time Adam and I spent together before we parted for work and he prepared for his flight to Dallas. It was perfectly vivid -- the flowing feel of skin on skin, the intensity of the love, the softness of kisses and warmth of flesh. Like music turned tangible. The memory makes me smile -- but I don't feel upset. I know he'll be home next week and that we'll still have that love.

I mentioned a long while back that Adam bought us both rare silver Celtic eternity rings. We keep them in a safe place so we don't lose them, so we can wear them when it's most meaningful. I put my own ring on my finger to remind myself of last night and of him. His is on the shelf above the bed, waiting.

She's purring loudly, sprawled on her back, napping. I can feel her aura for the first time; it extends almost all around the bed.

Slow motion

This is very useful:
http://www.meaningmatters.co.uk/Stress/07%20Resources/711breathingtech.html
I should try it more often.

I'm taking the day for myself and my kitten. She woke me up this morning by climbing all over me and purring, rubbing her face against mine, giving me lots of kisses. Her markings and patterns are just extraordinary. She looks like she's wearing thick white eyeliner. She's definitely swirled marble all over -- mostly black and gray with white paws and belly, but when the light hits some spots, they turn golden beige like marble pound cake. I can honestly say that as far as markings go, she is the most beautiful cat I've ever seen. Beca's calico Critter still holds my record for cutest face, but Tuesday has the most beautiful fur pattern. And they both have the cutest meows.

I had a dream last night that replayed Friday morning, the time Adam and I spent together before we parted for work and he prepared for his flight to Dallas. It was perfectly vivid -- the flowing feel of skin on skin, the intensity of the love, the softness of kisses and warmth of flesh. Like music turned tangible. The memory makes me smile -- but I don't feel upset. I know he'll be home next week and that we'll still have that love.

I mentioned a long while back that Adam bought us both rare silver Celtic eternity rings. We keep them in a safe place so we don't lose them, so we can wear them when it's most meaningful. I put my own ring on my finger to remind myself of last night and of him. His is on the shelf above the bed, waiting.

She's purring loudly, sprawled on her back, napping. I can feel her aura for the first time; it extends almost all around the bed.