It’s hard not to find everything okay when you have a cat in your lap. Something about a content, happy, sleeping, purring cat just makes it all mean nothing but content, happy, sleepy, purr. And if you’re really lucky, you’ll get kneaded like bread. Just don’t wear a thin shirt.
Not really so much about the past, this particular cat thing, just more about not worrying about any point in time. Just be. No past, no now, no future, just be.
Featured image: Zi, claiming my lap in the name of Zilandia.