One of the unicorn meat eating cats has gone to meet her Maker, and my heart is still sore. I look at the spot on the bed where she used to lay and I cry. My only consolation is that she didn't suffer, and the support of my friends. She got to run in the woods she loved up until the last night, which is a blessing. Loss is one of the most interesting things to write about, but certainly the most difficult, despite the angst of Love.
I am trying to look forward to the trip to Scotland in the summer next year, and I love the change of the seasons. I love wintertime, and all it's connotations of coziness and braving the cold and having shelter from it. I love Christmas and snow. I am going to work on my portfolio this winter, which got lost when I moved. I plan to look for it today in the jumble that is my life.
Just trying to make myself feel better by reviewing an accomplishment. I submitted my blog for Southwest Virginia Artists' Association today and it should run today. Check me out on Facebook.
