The two cats plus the dog have been living here together for years. Each is aging and has their unique issues which typically keep them spread out. This morning, they set them aside for a communal nap. Progress? Maybe so. Maybe not.
Meanwhile, a block up my street, a parade of heavy equipment clears land that was forest a month ago. I didn't know what was happening until all of the trees were cut down. The sight of them stacked made me sick. The deer that roamed here are gone. The building of new homes will soon commence. Progress? Maybe so. Maybe not.
All around me and within me, there are surprising changes. My stomach hurts often these days. What is it that I'm struggling to digest? Most likely the loss of my ability to know for certain what progress is or to know anything for certain at all. For all of this ... and the eventual making peace with such ... I am so deeply grateful.
