God couldn’t be here himself
so he clothed his Helpers in fur
and sent them to Earth

be soft he said
and they were

lick he said
and they did

purr he said
and they did

love, love, love he said
as if nothing else ever mattered
and o, how they do.

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A few weeks ago one of our cats, Angel, transitioned.  Then last week another one of our cats, Muffy, was missing.  I was upset, angry really, I was not going to lose two cats a few weeks apart.  And I was jumping to all sorts of conclusions about what had happened to him.  In this frame of mind, I went out canvassing the neighborhood with his picture, knocking on doors asking – had you seen him?  I crossed the street to a home on the edge of a cul de sac and walked up to the doorway.  As I rang the doorbell, a sign to my left caught my eye.  It read: Be still and know that I  AM.  I just sort of froze in the moment and really took in the meaning of that sign and the message I felt the Universe was conveying to me in the moment.  All my action oriented efforts from this place of resistance will not bring Muffy home.

I stopped knocking on doors and went home to take the message in literally.  I meditated for a little bit and then I went about my day in mindfulness practice. Fully present with everything I was doing no matter how trivial it was.  No more banging anything into place.  I had conceded as much before that there was very little the locally focused me could accomplish and even less when approached with a resistant stance.  Now I was walking the walk.  No knee-jerk reactive thoughts, just being in the moment.  All judgment and conclusions suspended, I was at rest in still waters.  It also helped that I’d been actively doing a mindfulness practice so that it was easy to return to when I had found myself floundering.

Muffy walked in the door a few hours later much to our glee!  He was a little skinnier than usual but otherwise unscathed.  We exchanged kisses.  He is our one cat who loves to kiss and we fed him lots of tuna.

Florence Scovel Shinn has written: my ship comes in over a calm sea.  Makes sense, doesn’t it?  I thank Universe/Field/Spirit for the reminder earlier in that day – Be still and know that I AM.  The Universe is continually in conversation with me; this time I was taking note and listening.

The Velveteen Rabbit – I read this book to my son the other day and bawled like a baby.  No offense intended to you babies out there, ok?  I could hardly believe I had this book all these years and had never actually read it in its entirety.  About three quarters of the way through it, my son could hear my voice crack as I tried to choke back the tears (unsuccessfully, by the way) and he said, “stop reading Mommy because it’s making you cry”.  I replied “it’s o.k. honey because the end of the book will be a happy ending as all my endings are happy endings”.  And so it was and so it is.

“What is Real?”
asked the Rabbit one day.

“Does it mean having things that buzz
inside you and a stick-out handle?”

“Real isn’t how you are made.”
said the Skin Horse.
It’s a thing that happens to you.
When a child loves you for a long,
long time, not just to play with, but
REALLY loves you, then you become
Real.  It doesn’t happen all at once.
You become.  It takes a long time.
Generally, by the time you are Real,
most of your hair has been loved off,
you get loose in the joints and very
shabby.  But these things don’t matter
at all because once you are Real you
can’t be ugly except to people who
don’t understand.”

~The Velveteen Rabbit~
written by Margery Williams
first pulished in 1922

Now we have Bob, our little white furred blue eyed one – not so little anymore!  And guess what?  He likes to eat paper, too! I was eye-ing my stack of trays where I keep papers.  I’d already hidden the papers on a lower tray where he couldn’t get to them. The only thing left on the top tray was one of those thick manila folders.  And by gosh, he chewed that too :).  Well it led me to actually take a look in that folder and I opened up a veritable treasure trove of goodies.  I found notes from old Abraham workshops, tons of quotes and a few things friends had written and some that I had written.

I belong to a small Internet group of gal pals.  Our common link was/is an interest in Abraham and metaphysical/consciousness studies.  About 3 years ago a few of my gal pals were having a rough go of it and I found this in that chewed up folder which I wrote to them to give them some comfort.  Perhaps it will bring comfort to anyone who is asking for it today.

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I don’t have all the answers right this minute, but my Source does

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I can ask for help anytime I want

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I’m not in this alone

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

The Universe is on my side and so am I

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I can be gentle with myself even when I’m in funkytown, even when I don’t feel good

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I can be gentle with myself especially then

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I have people who love me, who hold the Light for me, cheer me on and root for me

Isn’t it a comfort to know…

I’ve been near this neighborhood before and I’ve been lost a time or two but I always, always find my way back Home

Yes, you saw it here first, well unless you have access to the BBC.  I love these new discoveries, the world is awash in them.  Now if I could interest you in some land just outside of Seattle where the sun never stops shining.  Just give me a call and Happy April Fool’s Day!

Bet you can’t watch it without at least one little happy tear coming to your eyes!

Told ya!  There is another video at youtube depicting more images of their life with Christian.  And this month they have published a book: Christian the Lion by Anthony Bourke and John Rendall.

what is the purpose of the sun?

my cat’s perspective:

the porpoise of the sun
yes, pun intended
we like fish

back to the porpoise of the sun

is to lay
stretched out
long
warm
no cares
naps
yum

the sun is for my people to give up their
worries to
so they come and love and snuggle up
next to me

ah, sun

©heartsdeesire

Love, love, love says Percy.
And run as fast as you can
along the shining beach, or the rubble, or the dust.
Then, go to sleep.
Give up your body heat, your beating heart.
Then, trust.

~Mary Oliver~
Red Bird: Poems by Mary Oliver