Basil didn’t feel well.
He and I’d been huddled in the Snuggery(small den), reading aloud, trying to stay warm on a wintry-April day last week.
After a while, I got up to heat water for a cup of tea and fix something for Basil. Cold winds from the north rattled the Perch, still sunshine spilled into the living room, spreading warmth. While I puttered in the kitchen, Basil wandered into the living room. When next I looked, he was curled up on the floor, swaddled in sunlight, sound asleep.
Not a bad image to hold onto when not feeling well, or life’s storms pummel and winter clings like barnacles on the soul. I’ll try to do a Basil, wander off the beaten path, curl into the sunshine of God’s provision and rest.
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