3rd December, 2018 Monday
Happy Hannukah. A Celebration of Light. So Hope is the only road forward.
Love is the Light and the Law.
Had a visit with a delightful young woman today who I picked up at my favorite little market in town thinking I was looking for a dogsitter. Ha. Another very Light filled creature, one of many who have fallen in my path as I stumble along in life.
She arrived in early afternoon and just left as the evening dropped in. Zoi greeted her in the yard and she immediately fell for Zoi and Zoi for her. And then the rest of the crew. She had never seen a Deerhound, a Saluki or a Borzoi. And somehow I knew she is a Sighthound person. She knows that now too.
I created the invitation to an Xmas gathering on Dec 22 here. I sent it out in various streams to people both near and far. If you are far please know, we would love to have you even if you didn’t find an invite in your inbox or your messages. PM if there is any chance you would like to be with us. 4-6.
The cold is coming this week. Descending hard upon us. 30’s to the 20’s it is threatening to fall. And then there are the snowflakes appearing on my weather app towards the weekend when my husband is driving to and fro his Papa and then has to ferry Zoi to and from her very first foray into Show Boot Camp with Roamer Goddess and the Roamer God. Oh My God, I hope she is a good girl for them. Her first time away from doting Mama.
Talked to a dear friend from other lifetimes. She talked about visiting a friend who had her baby grandchild with her and how my friend just fell helplessly in love with this baby. Her friend, the grand mother of this baby, said to her, “Its so nice to put your love someplace.”
We all have to put our love some place. Its so easy to love my dogs and my bird. Its harder to hold that mushy place of love for the humans I cannot help but hold deep in my soul who present me with their thorns and some of them actually love to bite when things are not flowing well in their struggle to find placement in the world. I have those moments when I react. I react in pain with vocal rage and then, as typical for me when my feelings are so hurt, my eyes produce an impossible amount of water. I do love to cry. One wise woman said to me, “Don’t be shamed by your tears. They are bathing your soul.”
I do not proceed in life as a wife, mother, daughter, sister, aunt, cousin, friend unexamedly. I puzzle shit. Humans not only produce shit corporeally but also spiritually. I puzzle the invisible spiritual shit. By puzzle I mean, I find a way to unknot the knots, the places where it hurts the most. But the people who pull the ball of spiritual wool which holds us all and like to just tear at it like puppies will, when they find that carefully wound unit and race around the house and then tear it with their teeth…I have no use or tolerance for people who are puppies with that ball of human wool. “Grow the Fuck Up. Leave the ball of wool you are inherently apart of how it knits and if you do, you might just find that you are warmer for it.”
Tea With Me 