“At sunrise everything is luminous but not clear.” ~ Norman Maclean
“There’s always a story. It’s all stories, really. The sun coming up every day is a story. Everything’s got a story in it. Change the story, change the world.” ~ Terry Pratchett
“From the olive-strewn forum, one could see the village down below. Not a sound came from it; wisps of smoke rose in the limpid air. The sea also lay silent, as if breathless beneath the unending shower of cold, glittering light. From the Chenoua, a distant cock crow alone sang the fragile glory of the day. Across the ruins, as far as one could see, there were nothing but pitted stones and absinthe plants, trees and perfect columns in the transparence of the crystal air. It was as if the morning stood still, as if the sun had stopped for an immeasurable moment. In this light and silence, years of night and fury melted slowly away. I listened to an almost forgotten sound within myself, as if my heart had long been stopped and was now gently beginning to beat again.” ~ Albert Camus
Anyone who has spent a good amount of time with a cat knows this moment – when the inner Tiger emerges. It’s one of the things I admire about cats: they are not truly domesticated. Seeing this so many times through the years has given me ample opportunities to consider the wild within myself. It’s that wild within that gave me such mysterious understanding of the cats when I worked in the cattery. The sensitivity and grace. Feeling and touching that wildness is what enabled me to connection with the stray animals, who had been captured and held safely. It was one of the greatest experiences in my life. But not today. Today it’s higher primates and the retail Christmas rush. My little Rosie is old now, and she rarely shows that tiger anymore. Nor do I. But today I am feeling Cougar energy. Why? I don’t rightly know. Sometimes there is no why, and sometimes there is good reason to be in that peaceful pounce mode. I sense that there is a need to be ready to pounce, in defense, or simply an opportunity that needs immediate attention. Whatever. It’ll come to me. I will just purr in the meantime. As for them wily primates, I’m all over it. I can do this. And there is no bruja haunting my subconscious mind. She hasn’t been around for some time now. Good friggin riddance. That’s what I say. I wonder what chased her off? But I did, before she vanished, set my intention on pushing her away. Bueno bye. I know quite a few witches at this point. Seems all of them know better than to mess with the dark side for any other purpose than education. There was the time when I was sitting at a small table, and across from me was a young Wiccan High Priest. We were at a 4th of July party at Browning Pond in Central Massachusetts, right downriver from St. Joseph’s Abby, just the two of us at the table, canned Budweiser in front of us, shooting the shit about magick and life and all that good stuff. This guy was powerful. At one point, with direct eye contact I felt him probing, pushing into my mind, with a smile, yet still highly intrusive. I simply pushed back until a balance point between our pushy energies was reached. He smiled big when that point of balance occurred. I think he was just testing me. In magick there is a strong presense of both intellect and emotion. But there also is that primal energy which is where the Tiger lives. When that good man probed through my personal shields I could have treated it as an attack, but that was not needed. We were just playing. I don’t think that bruja is too big on playing. She may not return, but there will be others. If one of them is of that rose-colored light I’d be pleased. But for now it is shower time. The primates and witches await me. Magic is real today, and none of it too dark. Kindness is the energy I bear today. Onward.
All is well. Goof gloriously.