Sometimes I think, oh, enough words, as I did this morning, and then I’m invited to peruse my bookshelves and one book calls, and I pull forth Mark Nepo’s Seven Thousand Ways to Listen: Staying Close to What is Sacred, and settle my feet on the floor, my bottom in a chair. What’s here now?
I manage to read a few words and pause with these of Stanley Kunitz: The Universe is a continuous web. Touch it at any point and the whole web quivers.
But then my cat Bella feels I’m clearly not doing anything important and should be petting and kissing her. She is a Calico and when I chose her and her brother almost 14 years ago from a cage at the Humane Society, I was told she would never be affectionate. That is not so. She demands attention, is insistent, and will not be ignored, so I lift her into the chair next to me, and pet and kiss, and notice especially her ears since I was hoping to read a book on listening. I place my lips on her ears and wiggle them back and forth with a kiss. She licks my hands and face.
“The whole web quivers.”
And since a quiver is also a case for holding arrows, I see how the heart is a target aimed and struck.