APRIL 13, 2025: “The Voices & The Caterpillar!” …

… meanwhile, no matter where I go, what I do, or who in or out of this world I’m doing it with, which (ps), is usually just me, myself, and MUAH, there’s always at least one of the following sages musing my psyche:

A musician or a poet (which are often one in the same) screaming, serenading, or waxing poetically into my ears;

An author inscribing their impeccable words all over the cords that pull at my heart;

A Roman, Greek, or worldly philospher from centuries gone by ‘neath the lamppost in my mind whispering their wisdom of ages;

An artist leaving pieces of their masterpiece, signed with love and hanging in every corridor of the sacred temple that is myself;

The spirit and prayers of the long-departed kings, queens, survivors, and conquerors of my past who never let me forget who I am, whose ashes I’ve risen from, and that one day I’LL be an ancestor, too;

Or some random, beautiful stranger dropping THE most precious petals over every surface that envelops me that none of you can see.

Meanwhile, while yes these “voices in my head” are, indeed, legendary (not the least of which is my own), THE Voice that greets me first and foremost every morning I’m blessed to arise again always beats my inner voice to the punch before I can commandeer it and screw things up by forgetting not to take the brevity of myself and life in general too seriously. This includes any attempts at “talking myself” into not just getting in my own way, but in the way of others via my empathetic propensity to meddle with the “natural course of things” (… and thus the real story of the caterpillar)!

And so, with that, “Bye everyone, it’s me, CAT (and my voices)”! Here’s hoping that you, too, are nourishing yourself with all the very best running commentaries and internal dialogues this magnificent collective has to offer! Please now enjoy this clip below of me and my voices in their most every day state of ridiculousness, joy, laughter, and refusal to not just be ME …