Every once in a while, usually when in the midst of a really good moment I’m not paying enough attendion to, I notice what’s important.
Lying on my couch, my fuzzy girl on my chest, I realize that I’m focussed on the television, on some movie or tv show that is already hard to recall.
And not on her, warm, purring and relaxed on my chest, one paw up to touch my cheek.
She’s getting old, my baby girl, over fourteen. And she may have many years left, but also may not.
So I pulled away from the tv show, hugged her a little closer, focussed all my attention on all I felt with her curled up on me.
I took that moment into me. Because she matters to me, far more than some generic entertainment.
What’s important in your moment? Where is your attention? These are the questions I hope to remember to ask myself more often.