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When trees blow in the wind; the noise as they hit each other is loud, Louder than expected. When I see the moss covering the floor, I want to bend down and touch it, to enfold myself and unfold myself in it.The moss stirs the primal, the sensual, the tactile. I want to be the land: I want to be the trees swaying the bent branches, the soft moss. I want to be the moist dirt, here squishy, there cracked and …
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My cat, Jade, is dying. I’ve heard the line, “well, aren’t we all?”, and while that may be true in one sense, in another, don’t we all know that there’s a difference, really? Since the end of October, Jade’s ‘been dying’: at that point, she was diagnosed with mast cell cancer in her spleen, a tumor in her brain, a heart murmur (which became 2 heart murmurs), hyperthyroidism, and a few other not-so-great bits. The past 6 weeks, we’ve been …
She waxes and she wanes. At her fullest, at her most empty. Each will return again. By listening to the silence of her being, she stays present to the pain, present to the pregnancy. Her possibilities, her potential, will return, if she misses it this time.
Everything has been said before, but no one was listening, and so we have to return to the beginning and say it again. I love this quote from Andre Gide. What didn’t you listen to today? What did you say that wasn’t heard?
