Layered Grief

March 28, 2017.  I’m wrestling with the loss of our tabby a couple weeks back – just when I think I’ve gotten over it, I find myself in tears again.  Yesterday I watched the calico sitting in dappled shadows – I drifted deep into meditating on her focus in the moment, pondering her intuitive feline ways of adapting to this loss of companion.   I found more questions than answers, but also acceptance that I don’t get to choose when grief resolves.

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Serious Trancing

March 8, 2017.  For those who ponder how poems materialize, today’s example (not exactly repeatable, but representative):   Morning routines are just that – routine …  Sketch begins trancing …  Gary pauses on way out the door to describe a scene he’d rather stay home with …  I tiptoe to peer at cat and experience a flash of envy …  Pen in hand first, I think of camera a little too late …  I rely on words to convey the scene.

The image is thus of resulting state rather than feline process of “getting gone”.

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Defy The Calendar

February 7, 2017.  Still weeks till Spring’s official arrival.  But given three definitive signs arriving in the span of mere hours, I am celebrating the distinct possibility that hard freezes are behind us.

The image below is a very startled young possum cowering on a shelf beneath the pet feeder after the Labrador and I discovered him – crouched in the food bowl munching happily, no doubt proud of his discovery of “easy” feeding – a perspective shattered by barking, lunging dog and camera flashes in the face.   (Too dark to see the visiting cat but I know well the source of those howls.  The robins didn’t stick around to pose.)

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Writing Outdoors

December 1, 2016.  December rolled in on a cold front – but a clear blue sky made for warmth when properly positioned in line with the Sun.  I couldn’t resist, and out I went with my journal. Luckily, I had the camera phone in my pocket to capture the take-over that ensued.  Ziggy showed me an even better way to sit in the sun.

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At The Gate

September 22, 2016.  This is prime blooming time for Queen’s Wreath aka Coral Vine – affectionately and simply pink vine in my family.  I’ve spent many minutes stopped in my tracks admiring and photographing the pink vine these past few weeks.  They are a great catalyst to my intentional tendency to slow down and notice what Nature has on display.  Our cat Ziggy got into one photo – made me laugh – his intentions at odds with mine. PostSignature

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Natural Essential Ritual

May 8, 2016.  Yesterday, while listening to wisdom about ways to encourage transcendent experiences, I found myself writing this poem in the margin of my notes.  One of the suggestions was ritual.  My thoughts went immediately to the daily morning routine with our Labrador.   Where better to “wake up” than outdoors just before dawn?  Ritual happens.

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Ode To Calico Cat

October 15, 2015.  I’m currently taking a wonderful online class taught by Lorraine Mejia-Green (www.LorraineMejia.com). We are writing odes of our own patterned after Pablo Neruda odes.  This poem stems from reading Neruda’s Ode To The Cat.  Often more mindful of daily schedules than are their human companions, cats do not hesitate to remind us of the hour at hand.   Living with cats is an effective mindfulness practice!

This photo of Sketch waiting at the front door was taken by Gary Kendrick, the one who nightly tames the wild huntress into snuggler.

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Dish Distress

October 5, 2015.  Our tabby Ziggy is an outdoor man but used to the finer comforts of regular feedings, thanks to the Git-Em-Fed which cranks out daily portions.  Its motor and accompanying patter of cat nibbles dropping into the stainless bowl are music to Ziggy’s ears, chiming time-to-eat.  He’s a routine creature.  He does not much like disruptions to his routine.  Today he let me know his distress – expected food did not emerge from the rumble-tub!

Still feeling guilty, my own moment of distress lingering, I opened the WordPress Poetry 201 prompt calling for a poem using the word “gift” and a simile, in the acrostic form.   Ah, perhaps a way to appease the feline gods for my lack of feeder diligence.

The picture of Ziggy is from another such day when he found his dish void of due gifts.

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