Solitude is your only guest Who brings you that gold Dust from grace to fill up all holes and empty bags from despair lying around for too many dreary hours Continue reading Solitude always arrives with gold dust….
The cats of my greying broken place: the dormitory of dread (3) The Bangle Selling Cat – Contentment In that doleful patch of my life, in the dormitory of despair, after Little Mom had sneaked into my heart with her kittens, I spotted the Bangle Selling cat! She taught me to rest inside myself. Let the silence soak me up. All I could see in the small bowl near which she sat was milk. There was no bread or rice or any other solid sustenance inside. But she displayed the largest stock of serenity I have ever seen in any … Continue reading Cats of my grey & glum period: the Bangle Selling Cat (3)
The Cats from my Grey & Broken Place – the dormitory of despair Little Mom: My second cat and the sun’s handmaid During that period when I was taken away by grief to such a far off island, that there seemed to be no returning, when something pitiless had stolen the sun itself away from me, I met the second cat. She was sent by some mysterious grace, to return the sun to my harrowing hut of blackened time. After the first cat pulled me out of my hole of grim human grudges and shocks, I went out for another … Continue reading The cats from my Grey & Broken Place: (2) Little Mom
Red roses seem to know the music of happiness And a mesmerizing trick of embracing the coldest Bone in the chilling winter of dismemberment & The vanishing of trust, faith, hope & friendship so The darkening takes over everything and eats us That is when red roses take our side and make a Porch for us and peace to sit down for a natter Continue reading Red Roses make a porch for us & Peace
When your orchids droop, your cat-gardener will purr to comfort you! All really smart gardeners always employ a cat-gardener and it is not because they want this furry employee to water the roses or spray them for pest removal. It is more because when they walk around the garden and notice the very expensive and fussy snowy white poinsettias and the deep red one drooping, it feels good to have a companion around purring for you. A purring helper always makes you feel better. You tell youself “to hell with the poinsettia. It can’t purr or blink at me and … Continue reading Cat-gardening Chronicles: why all smart gardeners employ a Cat-gardener!
The Cats of my Greying broken Place – my dormitory of despair Finding Hope – My First Cat That time of my life had come when everything fell apart and emptiness wrapped me up in its billowing grey and beige cloud. All the normal structures had fallen apart – work, friends, calm everything and I was under the thumb of an uncaring caretaker of sorts, a strange kind of dormitory of distress that made me feel alone, unwanted and uncounted in too many ways to survive. It was a place of poverty in more ways than one. It was a … Continue reading The Cats of a Grey & Heartbroken Place: Finding Hope