The cats could care less that it’s Pancake Day. They like Purina not pancakes and have anyhow spent the entire day asleep on the sofa. From hour to hour the view is much the same. Lulu chooses the back of the sofa, while Bella prefers the seat – and always under the window. They rarely vary. I love their habits. Well, most of them.
I know shrove comes from the word shrive, to confess one’s sins or to receive absolution. I have no sins to confess this day. Instead, today has been one of deep gratitude and deep silence. It was a year ago that I moved into this flat. It was a year ago last week that I was told, while in the council office, that I had been awarded the flat. I tried not to cry happy tears. But there were tears – tears of relief. And now a year later I am granted secure tenancy….. for as long as I live.
Today there were no tears. Today has been soft light without shadows, and as always the ticking of the clock in the hallway…. perhaps these simple graces are my absolution for years of wandering.