Yesterday Tiger’s spirit passed over the Rainbow Bridge.  I see how the term comes from the light of passing shining through our tears.

Today I feel a softening in the grief as though my heart is melting like butter. 

A friend reminds me of all that happened in my life while Tiger and Bella were here.  Tiger really never came back to himself after Bella passed, so the vet said this could be grief for the loss of his womb mate that led to yesterday.  He is at peace.


The cat in charge of the office of the vet

It’s Spring

The sun is shining directly on the earth’s equator today at 8:33 AM, and now crosses the equator heading north.   Do we feel the shift, the increasing light in the northern hemisphere, the opening to bud in the warmth?

This morning I woke up thinking of wringer washing machines.   Well, first I was thinking about fear.  How do we live with and process fear? The image of the wringer washing machine came to me.

My childhood friend’s mother had one in the basement where we often played.  This was Iowa after all, and basements were exciting enclosures filled with hiding places, mystery, and discovery.   Plus, her mother brought us treats artfully made. We each got our own little package to open and munch, piece by tiny piece.

Memory taste buds enhanced, I read about wringer washing machines.  They save water.  Yes, they require a little more participation but right now when water is so important, perhaps that makes sense.  In addition, hands-on participation can do more than clean the clothes.  

These words came my way yesterday.  Perhaps that’s what brought forth the connection between how we bodily deal with our lives. Our hands integrate and cleanse our busy, and sometimes fearful and grieving minds.

The words are by Elena Barnabé.

“Grandma how do you deal with pain?”

“With your hands, dear. When you do it with your mind, the pain hardens even more.”

“With your hands, grandma?”

“Yes, yes. Our hands are the antennas of our Soul. When you move them by sewing, cooking, painting, touching the earth or sinking them into the earth, they send signals of caring to the deepest part of you and your Soul calms down. This way she doesn’t have to send pain anymore to show it.

“Are hands really that important?”

“Yes my girl. Think of babies: they get to know the world thanks to their touch.

When you look at the hands of older people, they tell more about their lives than any other part of the body.

Everything that is made by hand, so it is said, is made with the heart because it really is like this: hands and heart are connected.

Think of lovers: When their hands touch, they love each other in the most sublime way.”

“My hands grandma… how long since I used them like that!”

“Move them my love, start creating with them and everything in you will move.

The pain will not pass away. But it will be the best masterpiece. And it won’t hurt as much anymore, because you managed to embroider your Essence.”

~Elena Barnabé

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I’ve been home for four days with a cold, cough, and sore throat.  The gift is I’m not only aware of each breath but grateful for it.  Perhaps sickness comes once in a while so we better appreciate our health.  It’s an opportunity to simply be since I can’t seem to focus on much else.

Two quotes guide me today.

Leo Tolstoy: 

Everyone thinks of changing the world. But no one thinks of changing themselves.

Victor Hugo: 

If you look in the eyes of the young, you see flame.  If you look in the eyes of the old, you see light.

Of course age is relative and so it is for us all to see and be flame to Light.

Abbott’s Lagoon – July 14