Little Nomie continues to do better. Yesterday morning I heard and felt her purr for the first time in weeks. Our morning bonding time – in the sun-room in the comfy chair – now no longer seems like she is humouring me, but that she enjoys being quietly held and stroked. These are small victories.
I just have to realize it is all very short-lived. It’s easy to fall into the illusion that everything is going to be fine – she’ll live forever, right? Until I can be free of this attachment, I’m setting myself up for pain. Yet, the love and attachment are so intermingled, I can only see glimpses of having pure love without the stain of attachment. It’s a practice, for sure.
I spoke briefly with one of my dharma buds who is in England at Festival. Yes, it’s rainy, and yes, the housing situation was, er, challenging. I kinda thought that that house would be fraught with drama. One of the women staying there is very emotional, and tends to be a bit dramatic. And the other woman just buys into it, and probably helps amplify it. I was not looking forward to spending a lot of time with them. But, he said the teachings are, of course, awesome. Perhaps before everyone comes home, I can make some progress on reading Mahamudra Tantra, so they can fill in the blanks for me while their memories are still fresh.