She Was. She Is. A Beauty

Who is she? This cat - with nine presumed lives.

Is she someone with whom I've crossed paths in this one? Or was it in another - long ago and past?

Somehow - she surprised me. The way she stared. Those stunning blue eyes. That unwavering gaze. What was she seeing that I wasn't? What was she saying? And - why couldn't I hear?

Often - I wonder as I wander. About serendipity. About why things happen when they do. About what and who comes into our lives and what and who goes. I wonder about the meaning we make. I wonder more about the meanings we do not.

And then - there is this cat. Perched on this summer farmer's porch. With eyes - intense and passionate and so fiercely piercingly blue. Looking right thru me. As if I wasn't really there.

I thought for sure I must know her....and I thought  - again - that for sure I do not.

Whoever she was. She is. A beauty.