Fragile Things...

Last night was a difficult night. Both of the cats returned from surgery and were trying to rip their stitches out. Babette was still drugged and Paulo was in a disagreeable mood (which was scaring Babette). I didn't get much sleep last night. What little I did, was found on the floor next to Babette trying to comfort her and to keep her from licking her sutures and to keep them apart.

I also put up a blog post, which has since been removed. The details of it are not important. What I will say is that I allowed my temper to the get the best of me. I'm not perfect. In fact, I'm quite flawed. Despite my faults, I will defend my friends and my right to say what I want without being punished or penalized. I didn't take the post down because I felt that anything I said was wrong or because I don't stand behind what I said. I took it down because I wrote it in anger. I lashed back. I can't write about love, tolerance, and non-retaliation... and then react to something. I have to stand by my principles.

Margot Potter wrote a great post about the negativity that proliferates online and how we can't let that diminish our light. We must "SHINE ON!" CLICK HERE to read it.

It's easy to note that butterfly wings, eggshells, and the first gentle thrum of purring from a cat on the mend after a very long night are all fragile things. It's harder to see that our hearts, made of muscle pounding blood ceaselessly and relentlessly are fragile too, and susceptible to the barbs and stings of weightless things like words or poor opinions. The magic though about things that are easily broken, is that they are the most precious and the most worthy of being protected.