I was feeding the rats this morning and realized it has been months since I updated. It is an odd thing for me to be at a loss for words, they usually come easily to me and I find it harder to pace myself and keep up with the mental stream. Lately there is a quiet in my head and I no longer have the desire to write, to do anything more than live in the moment with my rats. Their lives are short, bright burts that leave you blinded with both love and a sense of loss that is hard to shake. I am fortunate to know wonderful people who feel the same way I do about these amazing animals. Its just that far to often I see how little people care and it breaks my heart to be part of a speicies that just doesnt give a damn about the cruelty.

I guess what I need is to know that people do care, that people really are willing to go out on a limb for something. If you cant stand for something, then what the hell are you saying anything for? There has got to be some cause, some little iota of life that rises passion within the soul.
I find that “voice” within me when I look at my rats, my cats…those that cannot speak for themselves.

So for today I will reflect on what I have done, what I can do and the ways in which I will do it.