What Moves You?
Every Thursday, Brenda of Fiction with a Purpose poses a topic to ponder. Inevitably, it becomes a challenge for me and my writing. Sometimes I ponder it so long that I end up not blogging about it! Brenda has really become a wonderful friend, an inspiration, and she moves me to actually share my thoughts. So...after reading her post, I thought. This is ultimately what I came up with to share.
Nature moves me. The seasons, the sky, the sun and the moon, the stars...lakes, waterfalls, trees...wildlife, animals. My personal connection with animals has been a deep one, an integral part of my life and who I am. From working with animals professionally to rescue work, I have learned much about and from animals. Animals are true to themselves and each other. Animals are genuine and honest in their feelings and in their actions. I am moved by this.
I am moved by the many homeless and abandoned animals. I am moved by the orphaned ones who die because humans don't care, because humans are irresponsible. I am moved by the will to survive that animals exhibit, in spite of man's inhumanity.
Last year, a woman took in a young, ill, stray cat. On Thanksgiving, the cat had kittens. She was too ill to care for her kittens. I took in the litter of four kittens. They were also very ill. For weeks I bottle-fed them every two hours. I kept humidifiers going so they could breathe. But they made it; all four kittens survived. Their will to survive moved me to help them. They wanted to live; they deserved to live.
Grizelda & Chloe Jo will be a year old this Thanksgiving. They were from that litter. (Their siblings, Moon & Willow, were adopted together into another home.) They move me.
The Litter at three weeks
Grizelda & Chloe Jo at 11 months