This morning, I woke to the sound of my elderly cat Cesare peeing on the floor. That unmistakable splash jolted me from sleep, and my first impulse was to scream โNo!โ But then I saw himโcurled, ashamed, belly hurting. He hasnโt been the same since his brother died. I cleaned up the mess, then sat with him, rubbing his belly. And in that moment, I realized how often I override the soft disruptionsโthe inconvenient, tender invitations to slow down, to tend, to notice. What interrupted your rhythm today?Was it a body sensation, a creature, a memory, a mess? Did you meet it with resistance, care, curiosity? Iโm wondering whatโs tugging at your attention latelyโwhatโs asking to be tended to, even if itโs unglamorous or unexpected.