Last summer, when the little feral kitten “Wonder” found his way to us, I had to work really hard, in my mind, to not jump into the fear of who in the world would want a wild kitten? I took a picture of him and wrote about it on this blog. That same day was the first time my friend Patty ever read the blog. She had been looking for an orange kitten and called me up.
She asked for another picture (I think that the one I posted only showed his head peeking out of the bushes). Every time he saw me, he ran away, but finally I got a few pictures. As I looked at them I thought, “This is one tough little cat!” I tried to get pictures that were more friendly looking, but they all basically had that same look, and being feral, I had no idea what his temperament was. I email her the photo above with the thought, “This is who he is, and I can’t change that.” Within minutes she called and said, “I want him!” His look didn’t scare her at all, as a matter of fact, she fell in love with that face!
The theme of being who we really are, keeps coming up in my life. I cannot love someone who I don’t really know, and people cannot love me, if I am not being real. Not everyone is going to like the “real me”, but nobody can love an imitation. It can be scary to put our true face out there. The fear of rejection can keep us hiding beneath socially acceptable masks forever, but that is not really living the life that we were meant to live.
The Spirit of God is flowing through each one of us in a unique way. There is no other like you, or like me. We are all individual expressions of the Divine, and yet so many times we look at ourselves and see what is wrong; if we were only more patient, loving, kind, sweet, giving, energetic, creative, ….” the list of who we think we should be, and the idea that we are not good enough, keeps us wearing the masks….but you cannot love a mask.
I think that this is why we love animals so much. They are who they are without apology and we feel more ourselves around those beings who have no pretense. I really like the idea of 2012 being a year of discovering, and uncovering, our true selves. A year where we will bravely look right into the eyes of life and say, “This is who I am!”….I have a sneaking suspicion that if we listen closely, we will hear a still, small voice whisper back, “Welcome Home.”