When you know who you are,
when your mission is clear and you
burn with the inner fire of unbreakable will,
no cold can touch your heart
no deluge can dampen your purpose,
you know that you are alive.
Chief Seattle
Monday, October 25, 2004
Friday, October 08, 2004
Spiritual Relationships
Chimes ring on my CD player, tibetan bowls played masterfully. I am playing them for one in my life who is having a difficult time. The One has apparently decided that her time is to be very short on this earth. I am doing what I can to ease her pain, whether she lives or dies.
She is Boo, my year and a half old cat.
A beautiful little tortoise shell, she came into my life as a 10 day old kitten, in the company of three brothers. I never knew who their mother was, or what happened to her. I just knew I had four children out of the blue. One boy passed over quickly, for reasons I never knew. The other three had ups and downs, but eventually grew to healthy teens. Then Boo got pregnant, long before her body was ready. All the kits ended up dying, and she got ill. Before she was fully healthy again, and before I could get her fixed because she was ill, she got pregnant again.
Those five are in my kitchen at the moment, waiting for someone to come and love them.
And their mother lies in the hall, victim to her own motherhood. She tries to come to me, to be near her only mama. She cries in her pain, much like she did as a kitten.
And it tears my heart in two.
Any who tell you that most of the One's creations are soulless know nothing of what they speak. All things that exists: rock, soil, tree, insect, animal, protozoa, ape, planet, galaxy, and all that lies between IS God.. thus they all have soul -they are all, like us, small pieces of the One.
Such is Boo to me, an extension of the Source from which I ,too, come. If the bond between us from that alone was not enough, I was her caretaker. She was my child.
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As the sun rose slowly this morning, my little girl passed over to the Summerlands. Her spirit had fought as hard as it could, but the body was not up to the march. Were it not for those five expectant faces in the kitchen, I would be in a ball on my bed, wondering where I went wrong. But I have obligations, to them and to her memory. Boo was a good mama, and what she can no longer do, I must, if for no other reason than to honour her. She deserves no less.
Why is it we learn some of our greatest spiritual lessons from creatures much of the world believes to be without connection to God? For all the mentors I have had, dead and alive, for all the spiritual advice I have gotten over the years, I have learned no greater lesson than the unconditional love in the eyes of my animal friends. I wish my species could learn to be the same way.
She is Boo, my year and a half old cat.
A beautiful little tortoise shell, she came into my life as a 10 day old kitten, in the company of three brothers. I never knew who their mother was, or what happened to her. I just knew I had four children out of the blue. One boy passed over quickly, for reasons I never knew. The other three had ups and downs, but eventually grew to healthy teens. Then Boo got pregnant, long before her body was ready. All the kits ended up dying, and she got ill. Before she was fully healthy again, and before I could get her fixed because she was ill, she got pregnant again.
Those five are in my kitchen at the moment, waiting for someone to come and love them.
And their mother lies in the hall, victim to her own motherhood. She tries to come to me, to be near her only mama. She cries in her pain, much like she did as a kitten.
And it tears my heart in two.
Any who tell you that most of the One's creations are soulless know nothing of what they speak. All things that exists: rock, soil, tree, insect, animal, protozoa, ape, planet, galaxy, and all that lies between IS God.. thus they all have soul -they are all, like us, small pieces of the One.
Such is Boo to me, an extension of the Source from which I ,too, come. If the bond between us from that alone was not enough, I was her caretaker. She was my child.
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As the sun rose slowly this morning, my little girl passed over to the Summerlands. Her spirit had fought as hard as it could, but the body was not up to the march. Were it not for those five expectant faces in the kitchen, I would be in a ball on my bed, wondering where I went wrong. But I have obligations, to them and to her memory. Boo was a good mama, and what she can no longer do, I must, if for no other reason than to honour her. She deserves no less.
Why is it we learn some of our greatest spiritual lessons from creatures much of the world believes to be without connection to God? For all the mentors I have had, dead and alive, for all the spiritual advice I have gotten over the years, I have learned no greater lesson than the unconditional love in the eyes of my animal friends. I wish my species could learn to be the same way.
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