I never tire of this view. It is my 13 year old kitty Casey as she watches and waits for a random bird or squirrel sighting in the form of shadows dancing on the drapes in my room at sunrise. She will do this for hours. The fact that she can never catch the objects of her desire matters not. It is the thrill of the hunt that calls her back again and again.
And I realize that too often I get so focused on the prize, or the goal or deadline, that I forget to enjoy the process. The older I get the more I realize that the greatest reward and importantly, the best memories are found along the way, not at the finish line.
Wherever you find yourself on your particular path this first day of June, pause to forget your destination, just for a moment…long enough to take in the view. And be blessed! ❤️
patiently she waits
to glimpse prey through frosted glass
life of a house cat
~kat 1 June 2016