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<blockquote data-quote="Scent of Cedar *" data-source="post: 615721" data-attributes="member: 17461"><p>Merry, merry Christmas to everyone here. This, as it turns out, is our season of healing. For each of us, the challenges (even for you, Echolette, who had already come so far before joining us) are different, deeper, entered into with intent, now.</p><p></p><p>Janet, I reread your post about the Christmas gifts you'd ordered. There are two ways to see that, I think. One way is as you've described it ~ a stress reaction. The other way, and the way I think is really true...is that you did what you did celebrating life, celebrating the self you are and the self you are creating, celebrating that bright, elusive thread of family and destiny.</p><p></p><p>Well, so that would be love, Janet. You are the matriarch, and you did what you did out of love, as is your right and your responsibility.</p><p></p><p>How sad would it be if your hearth and heart were cold and filled with ashes?</p><p></p><p>Oh, I am being dramatic this morning! But there is so much to celebrate, to truly, deeply celebrate, for all of us. I don't want to suffer instead of celebrate, anymore. I can't change the bad things, but I can change the echoes. Instead of letting them shake my life apart, I can recognize that an echo comes from something that has already happened.</p><p></p><p>It is what it is.</p><p></p><p>But there is life, a whole beautiful life, going on at the same time.</p><p></p><p>In a way, this process has taught me to sit quietly and see in a new way. I kept my brain so busy with horror thoughts, before, it seems like. Here is another strangeness: So, a man who lives down the street from us here took in a feral cat. She had kittens. He fell into loving responsibility with the cat and kittens. There is another woman here who traps, spays, and releases feral cats. Someone connected him with her. The cats have all been altered, had their shots, and etc. Miracle for the cats and for the man who accidentally fell in love with them, right? Here is the other miracle: So, come Thanksgiving, the man needs to leave the cats so he can visit family. He contacts the cat lady. She can't do it, but gives him the name of someone who can go there and feed the mother and two kittens twice daily. Then? She needs to go out of town, too. Someone gives her my name. I agree to do it, feeling quite healthy about myself and my generosity and etc.</p><p></p><p>Christmas comes, and the man asks me to do it, again.</p><p></p><p>I am. </p><p></p><p>In my generous aint-I-something spirit, I have been sitting with the still feral cats while they eat, to keep them interacting with humans so the man will be able to work with, and eventually, bring them in, when he comes home.</p><p></p><p>Here is the miracle.</p><p></p><p>Twenty minutes of total peace, devoted to nothing but cherishing someone else's wild cats. Once in the morning. Once at dusk.</p><p></p><p>A time out of time.</p><p></p><p>Miracles, everywhere you look, once you look. Very complex.</p><p></p><p>:O)</p><p></p><p>Cedar</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Scent of Cedar *, post: 615721, member: 17461"] Merry, merry Christmas to everyone here. This, as it turns out, is our season of healing. For each of us, the challenges (even for you, Echolette, who had already come so far before joining us) are different, deeper, entered into with intent, now. Janet, I reread your post about the Christmas gifts you'd ordered. There are two ways to see that, I think. One way is as you've described it ~ a stress reaction. The other way, and the way I think is really true...is that you did what you did celebrating life, celebrating the self you are and the self you are creating, celebrating that bright, elusive thread of family and destiny. Well, so that would be love, Janet. You are the matriarch, and you did what you did out of love, as is your right and your responsibility. How sad would it be if your hearth and heart were cold and filled with ashes? Oh, I am being dramatic this morning! But there is so much to celebrate, to truly, deeply celebrate, for all of us. I don't want to suffer instead of celebrate, anymore. I can't change the bad things, but I can change the echoes. Instead of letting them shake my life apart, I can recognize that an echo comes from something that has already happened. It is what it is. But there is life, a whole beautiful life, going on at the same time. In a way, this process has taught me to sit quietly and see in a new way. I kept my brain so busy with horror thoughts, before, it seems like. Here is another strangeness: So, a man who lives down the street from us here took in a feral cat. She had kittens. He fell into loving responsibility with the cat and kittens. There is another woman here who traps, spays, and releases feral cats. Someone connected him with her. The cats have all been altered, had their shots, and etc. Miracle for the cats and for the man who accidentally fell in love with them, right? Here is the other miracle: So, come Thanksgiving, the man needs to leave the cats so he can visit family. He contacts the cat lady. She can't do it, but gives him the name of someone who can go there and feed the mother and two kittens twice daily. Then? She needs to go out of town, too. Someone gives her my name. I agree to do it, feeling quite healthy about myself and my generosity and etc. Christmas comes, and the man asks me to do it, again. I am. In my generous aint-I-something spirit, I have been sitting with the still feral cats while they eat, to keep them interacting with humans so the man will be able to work with, and eventually, bring them in, when he comes home. Here is the miracle. Twenty minutes of total peace, devoted to nothing but cherishing someone else's wild cats. Once in the morning. Once at dusk. A time out of time. Miracles, everywhere you look, once you look. Very complex. :O) Cedar [/QUOTE]
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