I slept well as the cats and I have worked out our rhythms. They no longer insist on me getting up at 3:30 for feeding. Instead they come close by and rest as they wait for me like they used to before this big move 2 months ago.
This morning, as I open my eyes I noticed the lights on which illuminates my statue of archangel Michael. I didn’t realize cats had the ability to turn on switches. If not them, it’s completely mysterious as to who turned the light on.
When faced with mystery, what do you make up? Can you allow yourself to embrace the many things you do not yet understand? Ki to Happiness loves the mystery and Whoever turned the light on.