1/3

All my life I’ve felt that something about religion and our culture didn’t add up. Something was missing. Something else was counterfeit. I’ve felt this way even as a young child, 6-7 year’s old, sitting in Sunday school surrounded by other happily singing children. As I grew older and became an adult, I rejected the Word as it was presented as being a package deal with organized religion.

Decades later, after years of hard won wisdom and spurred by an urgent need for personal growth, I revisited my sense of discordance to try and resolve it.

3/3

I am completely unsuited for this activity. I have little patience. And I certainly do not have a calm, welcoming demeanor. I am not a light worker. I am not an empath. I work with machines. Sometimes I use a hammer.

I’ve been kneeling by this drain pipe for 2+ years now; waiting with attempts at patience. I’ve tried to be nice and reassuring. The kittens come closer occasionally. I coax them with the bites of truth bacon. A couple times I’ve tried to grab one only to have it run away and be twice as shy as before. I’m failing at my assigned task and the water is rising.

Anons, I ask that maybe you could say a few prayers for these kittens and to help me gain the skills I need to save them. There are many more waiting after them.

Patience
Calmness
Empathy
Vibrations of love
Peace no matter the outcome

Thank you all.

we pray for a comfy
host of warmth and rest.
Ones hearts intent are the
vibes kitty seeks.
kinship to kitty is the nip.
🙏🏽🐈🙏🏽👁️🙏🏽🤲🏽👣👣👣