I have watched a lot of videos about animals that are disabled and how they live their lives. One in particular gave me a lot of pause for thought.
A beautiful cat with no front legs and hops around like a kangaroo, plays, rolls, head butts, gives chase and does all the things my cat does and has just as much joy. And he doesn’t seem to notice that he is any different than any other cat. He is unaware. Problem? What problem?
How can that be?
And then I realized it is because they are not identified as their body. They are a cat. It does not matter the body. They are cat no matter what their body looks like.
So what does it mean to be human?
Who am I other than my body?
Women are heavily identified with their appearance, so it is not an easy question to answer. We have been taught from the moment we arrive on this planet that our appearance determines our future, our success, our ability to win at life.
The gift of me getting older is this, my body no longer cooperates with my efforts to remain attractive.
It says, ponder that message from the kangaroo cat. He has the answer. He knows the secret.