Cats in the Walls
Inherited ghosts, holiday garland, and being ambushed by forgiveness
This week’s essay didn’t go where I expected it to go. I sat down to talk about shadow work with horses, and instead found myself inside my lived story of hospice care, old family fractures, and forgiveness coming before I'm ready to let go.
You’ll hear about the move to Lavender Hill, the grief that followed us there, the ghosts my father is wrestling with, and the ones I’ve carried far too long. You’ll also hear how a single comment from a stranger cracked something open I’d been gripping for decades. And, because life has a sense of humor, you’ll hear about the cats my father swears are walking through the walls.
Mostly, this piece is about what happens when the past presses in and the land around you insists on offering another way.
If you’re moving through your own shadows right now, you're not alone.
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