A year ago I lost my purr.
At the time, I didn’t think of it that way. I was suffering the side effects of a concussion. All summer long I’d been unable to enjoy the activities that helped me feel fulfilled.
- Limited screen time, which meant little to no computer/TV/Kindle/phone usage.
- Reading was difficult because of eye strain and blur.
- I mean, really, even thinking was a chore.
What’s a writer-woman to do?
I rocked on the front porch, feeling constrained and de-constructed.
I pouted – perturbed and pessimistic that perhaps I would never feel perky again.
I had definitely lost my purr.
But as I slowly stopped feeling sorry for myself and ceased the noise inside my head, I began to listen to the sounds all around me.
The cheeps of the birds.
The chirps of the chipmunks.
The whir from the hummers’ wings.
The whoosh from the squirrels.
I grabbed a piece of notebook paper and wrote a simple poem. A haiku (5/7/5), because at that time that’s all I could do.
My mind is awhirl
As mom nature twirls and swirls
Releasing my woes.
With the release of worry (would I ever be “me” again?) I began to think of our purr. Yours and mine. What releases us from anxiety and ache and angst?
What makes us purr like a contented cat?
And that’s when I began to write my story MOLLY FINDS HER PURR.
Sure, it’s a children’s story. Purr-fect for kids ages 3 to 8. And for those 38 and 68 and 88 and more.
Because really, we all want to find our purr.
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Now tell me, what makes YOU purr?