Julian of Norwich, a 14th century anchoress best known for her deep belief in the love of God, is often depicted with her only companion, a cat. Can you imagine how happy this makes me?
“Pray as you can, not as you can’t.” – Dom John Chapman
In the early morning darkness, I rise from bed and descend
the stairs. The waiting cat picks up my trail and follows me into the kitchen. Awake for some time already, he’s eager to
get outside. Every morning he saunters out into the frosty cold to prowl the wilted flowerbeds, the decaying garden and I catch glimpses of his progress from the window as he seeks out scent paths left the night before.
In the kitchen, I pour coffee and cream
into a clean-enough mug and the cat leaps onto a stool, hoping I’ll open the un-screened kitchen
window that frequently serves as his own private door. When I fail to comply with his implicit demands, he follows me
to the wood stove room, hurrying urgently to the front door while I kneel to stoke
the fire. He expects me to open the
door to gather more wood from the porch and is visibly disappointed when I settle on the
couch. His green eyes flash in my direction,
impatient, then he settles on the carpet to wait for the next opportunity.
I woke early, intending to sit in the darkness, to absorb the
silence, to gently stoke the flame of
desire that draws me to God. This is why
I woke, but there on the love seat I sit with my phone in hand. I open Facebook, I scroll.
My mind spins and whirls with thoughts,
emotions. My mind is like the cat, wide awake and eager, wanting to get out, to
explore, to hunt and find satisfaction.
This is not what I wanted.
But it’s what I’m doing.
I lift my eyes from the phone and look over at the cat.
He’s waiting, as cats do, half-asleep.
I rise again, this time from the love seat, and gather the
cat in my arms. I sit with him cradled across my lap like a baby. He accepts my attention complacently, then with a steadily growing purr. I stroke his
back, his head; I scratch along his jawbone.
With the cat in my arms, I feel love rise and gratitude; prayer begins.
I realize then, gazing at his relaxed frame, that he is showing me how I’m meant to be with God – at rest, comforted, loved. In that moment, my cat is an icon, leading me to the holy, to my own desire. Content in my embrace, he stretches his paws
out long and they come to rest on my chest where my heart resides.
What images or actions in your daily life lead you to prayer?
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Welcome to the #SmallWonder link-up.
What if we chose to deliberately look for small moments of wonder, the small sparks of presence, of delight or sorrow, of true humanity in which we meet God?
That’s my proposal – that we gather here each week to share one moment of Wonder from each of our days. You’re invited to link-up a brief post about a small moment of wonder. Don’t worry if your post is too long, too short, or not just right – you’re welcome to come as you are.
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