Stand Still

The cat.
A cat has arrived in our garden.    Golden brown and petite.  Tough and rather affectionate in spite of himself.  We are in love. Marley.
Life is like that.  Surprises arriving.  Some not so welcome. Some easier to ignore than others.  Some pure delight.
So often I try to grab life.  To make it happen.
I'm learning to wait for the gifts of the elusive cats in my life.  Let them grow on me.  Come of their own accord and in their own time.
Stand still and wait for those gifts to be given. Let them come and wrap around my legs. Stand still.