You Are Deserving

Photo: (c) Jamie K. Reaser

I’m not sure that the little black cat wanted

to be held, but she was going to make sure

that it experienced human love before she

passed back through the gate and onto the

street we would use to go someplace else.

That was her boundless way: to assume that

love simply belonged in a place and to put

it there whenever it occurred to her to do so.

It’s an interesting way to live:

being uncompromising in one’s stance that this

world make a place for love. I think, perhaps,

she realized that time was of the essence, that

there are so many of us that need to be picked

up and shown, in no uncertain terms, that we are

deserving. One can wander the yard for years

without knowing such a vital thing.

This morning, I’ve been wondering what happened

to that little black cat. Maybe the power of her love

magically turned it into something else later that

day. I’m imagining it now as a feisty angel. In my

mind’s eye, it has come from the heavens to pick

her up, ready or not, saying:

“Love. You are deserving!”

And, through the gate she goes.

© 2015-2018/Jamie K. Reaser

In loving memory of Kelsey Collins

From “Portraits” (a work in progress)