pawsing the mantra

When—cross-legged on the living floor, palms up, silently reciting my ohms—I hear a rustling in the tissue paper next to me… I open my eyes and count this as part of my meditation.

And when tail and paws and one side of striped and whiskered face are sufficiently clean, another shuffle and re-shifting in cardboard nest is followed by stillness… then a deep breath is drawn—and we both close our eyes, Zen master and student.
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3 thoughts on “pawsing the mantra

    1. My favourite is the ‘stop in their tracks’ move when casually walking across a room and a bird is sighted outside the window… How do they get even their tails to freeze like that?? (:

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