As I watch my cat slumber on the living room couch in mid-afternoon, I realize that even though she sleeps good chunks of the day away, she probably lives more authentic hours than me. Yes, even in her short life, my cat will live as she ought to live -- simply, honestly, without created dramas, defensiveness, posturing, seeking approval, navigating personality, wondering why she doesn't feel whole -- or good enough -- or enlightened.
My cat has arrived as much as she will. And for that I am in awe. When will I simply, naturally, be? Perhaps that's the success I'm looking for...the "success," in fact, of conscious being...different than the life of a cat, but no wiser.
