When A Black Cat Crossed My Path

Author's note:  On this day, two years ago, I lost my best friend. I'm not sure what it says about me, or him, that my best friend was a cat. My friend deserves to be remembered. His story should be told and libations poured in his honor. Consider this an inadequate, but heartfelt, act of devotional offering from me to him.Before Zack's death, I didn't understand the deep connection between flowers and souls. So when I celebrated the Anthesteria, a festival of flowers celebrated by … [Read more...]


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