Taking the cats for their veterinary check-up is both important to me and stressful. Three furry friends in their cat carriers buckled into my little Elantra created a symphony of mewling misery as we headed 10 minutes down the road to our vet the other day. I'm grateful for our team of wonderful, caring & kind vets, but because I have empathy for my kitties, I can feel their distress in the process as they are examined, wormed and vaccinated.
Thankfully, our cat friends got a good health report. When I pulled up our driveway, safely home and done, all I could think was I need to make some art. Once I had the cats out of their carriers and settled back into their familiar space, I grabbed my nature journal and colored pencils, and wandered down the hill from my home to plop on the grass and connect.
Sitting with a stand of nodding grasses and weeds and sketching them felt like magic. I relaxed. One of my cats sat at my feet, and we simply took in the beautiful afternoon sunshine playing over the grass fronds. Deep evergreens in the background created a shadowed contrast to the November weeds. I began to feel calmer, more grounded, peaceful. The simple act of sitting with scrabbly weeds and scratching sketches in a journal felt deeply healing.
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