Wednesday, February 05, 2014
I was late leaving the office last night and on my way home almost had a "close encounter" with a deer in the worst of ways. Thank goodness I'm saying "almost".
The road I travel is hilly and winding most of the way and very wooded. At 5:30 PM this time of year, it's twilight. Light rain was falling and as I came to the bottom of a curve, I saw two deer jumping across the road. From that distance, they almost looked like dogs but I slowed down anyway. When you see one or two, you can only guess there could be more. Since there was traffic behind me, the situation was tricky and I was more than uncomfortable.
What made it worse is that I was driving my new car. I had driven the same car for 16 years. It was paid for and relatively reliable and that was enough for me. At year end, we decided it was time that the repairs outweighed practicality, so I have this wonderful, new ride. It's so nice I almost feel like I shouldn't be driving it . . . that's just how my mind works. Crazy right?
Anyway, just as I suspected might happen, the third deer jumped out of the ditch only a few feet in front of me and bounded across the road. Since I had already slowed down, I missed it . . . but it was way too close for comfort. My heart felt like it was going to get to the house ahead of me from the adrenalin rush.
As you can imagine, it's all I thought about the rest of the way home. Now this new car just likes to move fast . . . ok, well, I know you're going to make me own some of the responsibility, as well I should, but the speed is so effortless I don't even realize how fast I'm going. Not at all like my other car.
This morning as I was preparing to go out the door once more my mind turned to the virtual "hurricane" that swirls around my life (it's called the family business) . . . and yet I know I'm not alone. There's that "still small voice" that whispers, "I'm with you . . . there is nothing ever to fear".
Why is it that when I try to "cast the whole of my care" they seem to stick to me like indelible ink? Then I'm reminded that my biggest struggle is to enter into peace. That's because entering this peaceful place is like going through the eye of a needle and there's just enough room for you. You have to let go of the cares to get through. Whoa, how is that possible?
Still and small is the voice . . . it's not groping for words either . . . I just need to be more attentive. More than that . . . responsive.
These words weigh so heavy on my heart today that I can't help but believe there is someone else out there that needs to hear this. No matter what dangers are out there, and there are many, I can listen to the "voice" and not be afraid.
Happy trails . . . peace out . .
Saturday, January 25, 2014
Last Sunday, in the middle of the extreme cold that has been affecting the whole country Ms. Kitty showed up. Actually, she was under one of our storage buildings near our house. It's elevated about 6" and she was under it trying to find shelter.
When my DH want outside that morning, she began "yelling" at him. He was afraid she had been injured so he called to her and surprisingly she came to him. Her feet seemed to be tender from the cold but she rolled over as if she wanted to get a belly rub.
No collar or any indication of prior ownership, and continued this "verbal" assault. You could tell she had been trying to survive on her own because the claws on front and back feet were nothing but "stumps". Poor thing . . . it was clear she wasn't going anywhere and was desperately trying to communicate.
How can anyone ignore a suffering animal? We didn't have a cat so he fed her some of our dog food which she ate ravenously. He didn't see any visible signs of injury, only that the bitter cold definitely wasn't doing her any good.
I went out to get my take on the situation. She seemed very friendly and purring profusely as she continued to "talk" to me. "Yelling" really would describe it better. I was very skeptical of Ms. Kitty at that point. So many questions . . . was she healthy or pregnant? Did she belong to someone and how would we ever find her owner? The only thing that was clear at that point is that she needed shelter and food.
We decided to make a make-shift enclosure out of a plastic container to put on the porch with some bedding for her to get in out of the cold. On the south side of the house, there was even some heat gain during the afternoon and she eagerly went into the enclosure to stay warm.
Well, you guessed it, we decided to go out to get supplies for "kitty". What else could we do? Such a nice kitty after all. We made a spot in the workshop for her complete with an igloo that she took to right away. No visible health problems and used the cat box regularly.
Because of her size, I was afraid she was going to have kittens. I'm going out of town next week and didn't think I was going to have the time to take her to the Vet till I got back. She had become much calmer knowing she had a warm place to stay at night and regular food.
Yesterday, I just couldn't take not knowing if she was going to have a litter of kittens while I was gone and decided I had to take her to the Vet. She traveled well in the car with little "complaining" and was very calm while waiting our turn to be seen.
The first thing they did was scan her for a micro-chip after they heard my story and found none. When our turn to see the doc finally came, I relayed the story once again and let her out of the carrier for the vet to examine her.
Well, "Ms. Kitty is Mr. Kitty" and he is already neutered! OMG I am so happy. He pranced and purred the whole time he was with the Doc. He weighs in at 12.7 pounds. Doc guesses he's around a year old. After being wormed and receiving shots, I took him home very relieved we weren't going to have kittens.
He is mostly black with medium length fur, with white markings on his feet with glorious long white whiskers. Quite a handsome fellow although a little un-kept at the moment. Nothing that a little proper diet and shelter won't take care of. Not to mention regular love and care.
I have always wanted a "Sylvester" cat and honestly, he adopted us, so that shall be his name. How "purrfect" is that (sorry for the corn . . . I couldn't help myself)? I don't have any pictures yet, but I'll post some soon. I'm a happy girl . . .
Wednesday, December 04, 2013
I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving holiday. I just returned from a trip to visit my parents yesterday. I thought I would avoid some holiday travelers by flying on Tuesday but it seems there were plenty of others that thought the same thing. With weather systems to contend with and people on the move, it was still crowded in the airports. People carrying their pets in little bags and young families flying with small children all contributed to the congestion as we all tried to find our way home.
At the end of my flight to Atlanta, I still had a 4 hour drive to get home. It was a miserable rainy rush hour through the heart of the city. Not to worry though because I had some unexpected company.
After a year, I am still learning things about my Android tablet (which I love). I have a book app that if I turn on a certain option will "read aloud". Perfect for my otherwise solitary drive home as the drizzly darkness started to close in. Feeling warm and safe in my little car, I was accompanied by the "talking book" as I started the last leg of my journey.
My first impression was it seemed a little "robotic" and took a some getting used to. The voice is "female" and delivers rather like an old typewriter in a very steady rhythmic cadence. No expression about the text whatever. Imagine that . . . the words I heard touched me to the core, without the aid of any voice inflections.
In a nutshell, the book explored how we tend to find hiding places for ourselves where we are "comfortable". We do, or do not, or this or that or work for this degree or not work because . . . you fill in the blank . . . then we will feel like we are good enough for everyone else, and along the way somewhere, good enough for ourselves too . . . constantly striving to support others because if I don't perform, nobody else will, and well . . . I just have to do this. Performing to be comfortable, and afraid if we don't.
Then the author suggested, "It's not about what you should "do". . . for rightness . . . as much as "What do you believe?". You know, I really love that. I will be the first to admit I'm more of a "doer" than anything else. I'm learning new skills though . . . and performance doesn't have to be one of them.
It isn't that I'm going to stop "doing" the things I do. The point is, this reality allows me the "joy" of doing instead of the "burden of proof". Everything in life translates into joyful giving of oneself in the best possible way . . . . no matter what I'm are doing . . no matter how messed up someone else is . . . in the middle of chaos, I have hope to share.
I mess up (failing forward is more the truth . . . )? I'll try again from what I have learned. The only time you loose is when you quit trying, or when you keep doing more because that's how you "prove" you're good enough.
The graceful powerful words reminded me of my foundational beliefs. I can't seem to hear them enough and always refreshed when I hear them again. In a world where performance is rewarded from the time we start school till retirement, it's healing to feel the warmth of acceptance . . . on any level you might be at the time.
Yes, travel days are really tough, but by the time I finally got home, my feet hardly touched the ground . . . I wish the same for you this holiday season.
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