Quiet
In the current configuration of cats here, there is no noticeable drama. I like these quiet periods, but I note I also feel nervous about what might come.
This is a lifelong habit. My father, in particular, had this style of thinking deeply imbedded. Perhaps it’s the tendency of capitalist farmers and ranchers. The weather might be excellent right now, but it could change any minute. And then future profits will tank. Or other horrible things will happen.
I carry this worry-mind on the upper back. It’s like a cloud that’s heavily seeded. In a recent I Ching consult, the oracle said, “The source of sorrows dissolves.” Now this is one future I would like to come to pass.
In the Nonviolent Communication model, we talk about the importance of regularly celebrating and mourning. In relationships, in friendships, in organizations, the attention to how our needs have been met and haven’t been met can have a profound effect on the aliveness of communication and connection. When we avoid paying attention to unmet needs (universal) or when we fail to express appreciation for how others did or said things that met our needs (universal), we are more likely to fall into confusion and resistance.
It’s my experience that this way of paying attention to sorrow leads to a deep peace and, therefore, a celebration. Perhaps a new word would help: celebrouning; mourbrating; mourcelaning. Maybe better to borrow a word.... I’m sure in many languages there is a word for this combination that points to engaging in the whole catastrophe of life fully.
As usual, the cats aren’t expressing concern about future changes. They are fat for winter, playful with toys and trees, and alert to where the sun makes warm spots on these winter days. They like their new cat tree which was generously donated by a friend, and they like the big box I left for them on the floor.
Zo-Zo is learning to open cabinet doors. Rossie’s right front paw has been bothering him, but seems to be healing on its own. Puffer Vasu sticks to her apartments and hisses when others come to check things out. Thumper continues to love everyone, including Puffer Vasu. Oh-Oh comes and goes on his own schedule; Roo loves the new brush I bought; Felicitito is quiet and alert and mostly outside; Rimpoche and Mamacita have surprisingly put on weight and seem to stick to staying on this property. Harley is here most of the time; Beemer comes and goes as do the other three Golden Girl Guys. Tiger and Trixie show up for food. Occasionally I see Tia, Spantada, and a visitor from across the street.
For now, it’s a quiet season. May worry rest in this quiet.
This is a lifelong habit. My father, in particular, had this style of thinking deeply imbedded. Perhaps it’s the tendency of capitalist farmers and ranchers. The weather might be excellent right now, but it could change any minute. And then future profits will tank. Or other horrible things will happen.
I carry this worry-mind on the upper back. It’s like a cloud that’s heavily seeded. In a recent I Ching consult, the oracle said, “The source of sorrows dissolves.” Now this is one future I would like to come to pass.
In the Nonviolent Communication model, we talk about the importance of regularly celebrating and mourning. In relationships, in friendships, in organizations, the attention to how our needs have been met and haven’t been met can have a profound effect on the aliveness of communication and connection. When we avoid paying attention to unmet needs (universal) or when we fail to express appreciation for how others did or said things that met our needs (universal), we are more likely to fall into confusion and resistance.
It’s my experience that this way of paying attention to sorrow leads to a deep peace and, therefore, a celebration. Perhaps a new word would help: celebrouning; mourbrating; mourcelaning. Maybe better to borrow a word.... I’m sure in many languages there is a word for this combination that points to engaging in the whole catastrophe of life fully.
As usual, the cats aren’t expressing concern about future changes. They are fat for winter, playful with toys and trees, and alert to where the sun makes warm spots on these winter days. They like their new cat tree which was generously donated by a friend, and they like the big box I left for them on the floor.
Zo-Zo is learning to open cabinet doors. Rossie’s right front paw has been bothering him, but seems to be healing on its own. Puffer Vasu sticks to her apartments and hisses when others come to check things out. Thumper continues to love everyone, including Puffer Vasu. Oh-Oh comes and goes on his own schedule; Roo loves the new brush I bought; Felicitito is quiet and alert and mostly outside; Rimpoche and Mamacita have surprisingly put on weight and seem to stick to staying on this property. Harley is here most of the time; Beemer comes and goes as do the other three Golden Girl Guys. Tiger and Trixie show up for food. Occasionally I see Tia, Spantada, and a visitor from across the street.
For now, it’s a quiet season. May worry rest in this quiet.
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