I just stepped outside into the cold night. The distant cry of a kitten dislodges my heart from its restful state. A pulse of a distant memory races through my mind.
As a young boy in N.Y., it would be on a cold day such as this that I would pick up a stray kitten and bring it to the basement of my apartment building. Like a faithful servant I would bring it milk, food and give it attention.
I did not tell my friends, my parents, nor did I invite an audience in to see what I was doing. It was my simple love of humanity that would have me do this again and again.
The way a person acts when no one is watching shows their true essence. As I look back, I smile at my age of innocence and know it was a time well spent.
Our Essence, sometimes it leads us, sometimes it follows us, especially on a night like this!
Peace & Blessings to All ~~ Marc :)