So I've renamed this blog - The (Un)Willing Cat Angel. Because despite my claims of being unwilling, apparently I AM willing. I think that the un part comes from times like Glencairn and from not knowing where the money will come from, or who would take the teeny kittens that need to be bottle fed, or what will happen to these now six kittens that I'm fostering. I am unable to ignore their plight and therefore I am willing to do what I can. I'm not sure why I can't quite remove the un - maybe the parantheses are a step forward. I really wish that my efforts weren't necessary, though I don't know that I can translate that into unwillingness.
Every time a colony of cats finds me, they manage to open my heart - sometimes joyfully and sometimes by breaking it. Perhaps I'm still unwilling to go about with my heart open and available for the breaking. Trouble is, if I'm always protecting my heart it's tough to feel it at all. Like a box with something fragile inside and lots of packing material to protect that valuable, breakable object. What good and beauty comes from keeping that valuable, breakable, beautiful object in a box? If we take it out, we can see it and appreciate it and it might get broken.
I vote for unpacking the box. How about you?
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