Okay I know that is a long title. But it’s a big concept and I promise I will leave room on the cover for an illustration.
It comes from Madeline, the white Persian who perches by the fireplace and is so old she doesn’t even twitch when I bring in a sack of groceries with fresh fish from Hemp Help Organic Market.
She is the oldest cat in the cabin, but her fur, posture and sleek elegant manners seem to youthen with every passing year. Heavens, she’s been here for as long as I can remember Uncle Dave letting us stay at the cabin on summer breaks. And now she looks younger than she did back then.
Having a long – distance son on dial tone zero takes a toll on a person. It has aged me before my time.
But perhaps someday in the near future there will be grandchildren and I’ll be their free babysitter on call on odd days and nights when my son and the baby’s mother will want to dash an escape to their own younger years.
And I’ve got to be in shape to catch scooting toddlers and remain centered during bouts of colic.
And so Madeline, who doesn’t rush to the bowl of cream like the other cats do, full of pushing and mewing, has given me an idea for a book.
And I shall write it in the cabin.
Mrs. Kitchett’s Guide to Youthening: Spells, Incantations and Concoctions for every Growing Younger Occasion.
It is about magic. The magic of becoming a new self, a fresh and wonderful self free to live as big as life promises to be, and once again, the magic of believing those promises.
Thank you, Madeline. I do believe I have something to write about. Just let me fix you a plate of fresh fish first. I’ll bring it over in a second.