Lessons learned not driving: riding shotgun

I am not a fan of being carried... anywhere.  I like to go places in my own way, at my own speed, in my own time.   I do not like being considered something, someone, to be planned around.  When the cat jumped in my lap this morning (his idea, mind you), and then decided my lap was not quite stable enough, he dug his claws in.  I do not have the gift of retractable claws, but I know his feeling.  It*s hard to feel safe and anchored when the ground (or lap) does not feel solid enough.

I have learned to pray

In place

Better.

There*s nothing like existential crisis

To bring God

Closer.

I have learned to watch

The light shift as I sit

In one particular place,

The family come and go,

But often

Me with them.

I have learned to ride

Shotgun

Sometimes to relax into it

Sometimes even appreciate

Being carried.

Better I have learned

Cat as steady companion

And not so steady

When he anchors his claws

In my leg

For better purchase.

Sometimes I have claws

Like the cat,

Try to anchor myself

Not so steady.

I have learned.