When despair grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children's lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
— Wendell Berry, The Peace of Wild Things
Naturally, this unseasonably warm weather has had me itching to go on a hike in my favorite place. So a couple days after Christmas, I decided we would take advantage of one of the last wildly mild days of my time in Kentucky and check out a new spot in Red River Gorge. So my brother, Alan, my fiancé, Ryan, and I set out to Grays Arch on a 65-degree December morning.
Read MoreI haven’t introduced her on the blog yet, so if you didn’t know, Ryan and I adopted a kitten this past September (it’s a long story, but I’m horribly, horribly allergic to cats, and we met her as a week-old-kitten while touring our wedding venue. I wasn’t allergic to her mom, so we took a chance and magically, I’m not uncontrollably allergic to her either). Her name is Bisous (French for kisses), and I find her to be a conundrum. Ryan has owned cats throughout his childhood, and though I’ve owned a bunny, a turtle, several fish, and seven dogs over my lifetime, I’ve never had a cat before Bisous. So here’s a list of questions, concerns, and downright oddities that I, as a dogs-are-the-best-pets person, can’t seem to understand about owning a cat.
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