THE MAGIC OF THE MEADOW

The Wolf sits by the great tree and watches; he is always watching.

Yet another party has started at the Meadow, with the lush green grass tipped in silver, but not cold or wet to the touch. Trees sparkle with lights that have no plugs, they just twinkle. Fish jump and tease kittens from the brook. Animals there never feel anything but happiness and extreme awareness of those they left behind. So they are partying! They are watching the “TDK” cafe/lounge, and have decorated similarly. This is one of those special times when, if you open your mind and heart, you just might hear purring in the outside air.
Miracles happen.

Last week, my hometown shelter said goodbye to Noel, a kitty who had been there for a while and battled cancer. I asked if my sister’s cat Ranger, who is my family’s latest ‘kitty whisperer’ rang the bell under the tree. Apparently not, not that evening. However…
Out of nowhere, not knowing anything about Noel, a family member from out of state texted to share news about her kitty, Jasper. Jasper is a survivor of a horrific crime. It has been over 2 years, and the night Noel died, Jasper came out of hiding when called and sat on her lap. Jasper got the word, and sent the message.

Many years ago I dreamed of my sister’s cat PJ. PJ was very popular in the family, taking over the street he lived on. He was sorely missed when he went to the Bridge after a long life. I dreamed of him once, and called to let my sister know. I also noted that there was another kitty with him. I described the kitty, and sister said “Jackie died this morning”. I never met Jackie – she had a rough start in life and never came out of hiding when anyone was at the house. PJ sent the message thru me. All was well.

I have since dreamed of my Shaddo, who many family members refer to as coming from PJ’s mold, personality-wise. Sometimes there is another kitty or two that I can’t see or don’t recognize. I wake wondering who the cat is, and who I am supposed to deliver a message to. Recently, I dreamed of my long ago departed Taz, and thought of her all day. That night, I saw both Shaddo and Taz in a dream. They were together, waiting. All is well.