Instinct is a Language
Instinct is a Language: Reading storms, following cats, and finding safety in our skins
This week’s essay moves through thorny fields, shifting weather, and how we come back into contact with what our bodies already know. It’s about Gideon—my nine-month-old Siberian cat—and how his instinct kicked in before I even knew I needed help. It’s about late summer, the edge of camp, and Indigo, the new kitten who’s joining us right as everything starts to turn.
We look at barometers—human, feline, environmental—and what it means to let ourselves respond instead of ignore. There’s a little history…
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