worthy of love

it's a beautiful day.

and i am one with e.e. cummings' line, "i who have died am alive again today"

i've been sitting in a big comfy chair drinking coffee and admiring the azure sky, and there is a purring cat in my lap, keeping me company. but out of all the cats in my house, he's the one i often least desire to cuddle with... he's huge. and so are his claws and teeth. he's often mean to the other cats, and sometimes to people. and he drools. a lot.

but today, on this beautiful morning, i got over it. i've been petting him and connecting with this seemingly unlovable cat, and connecting with his unfortunate situation.

he can't help it if he drools. he can't help his size. and we think he was abused, which causes him to lash out when he's frightened.

he needs love and care.

like so many of us.

like those of us who feel backed into a corner. those of us who have enormous problems. those of us who wonder if we disgust others.

call me a fool. but i became tearful when i looked into the cat's eyes and realized we aren't so different.

and he is worthy of my love.

and so are my accusers. my enemies. those who hurt me. those who disgust me.

and i am worthy of their love.

"i thank you God for most this amazing day" (e.e. cummings)