This morning as I entered the barn the kittens ran playfully toward the stream of light pouring through the open door, while Puff waited eagerly for the dish in my hand.
After a quick head count and assured that everyone survived another night, I turned toward the door to leave. Once again my eye stumbled over a small dark lump. Perhaps not everyone survived.
This time, it seems, Puff found the mother.
Another day, another lesson.
And so it is.
The Well: A source of water, nourishment, life. The Well: Those who live in-ease rather than dis-ease. The Well: That which we strive to be.
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