Every morning I walk my dogs out in the desert. I only have to drive one exit north on Interstate 14, to be in the middle of nowhere. I enjoy the quiet and solitude. Where I walk, I rarely encounter people. Birds, butterflies, lizards and the rare snake are my companions. It is where I find my center. I am often inspired while walking with blog posts, or ideas for a new book. When my mind is quiet, I listen to what comes to me. Often it is Divine guidance.
|kitties determined to go home with us|
My concern was primarily focused on feeding. What I noticed however was that the weaker kittens became even weaker over time. My neighbor mentioned several times that a mother cat washes her kittens from one end to the other. The vigorous licking does two things; it stimulates digestion, and circulation. It also lets the kitten know it is loved. While I was focused on feeding four kittens, I was forgetting to stroke, cuddle and nuzzle. When I began to nuzzle them, breathing near their faces, they began to purr. This signified to them, love. How similar I thought, humans are to kittens. Infant babies without snuggling and skin to skin contact will die.