February can be so many things.
It is my year marker and that has come to mean such different things in my older age. I had a swell birthday, but fell under the weather a bit yesterday. I think just the result of too much of everything in these last days. There is always so much in a day, so much more than can even be recorded. But then, much of it does get recorded if I just keep going, with something, until the confusion passes, even though it is often not explained. The form things eventually take, t hough, I have come to realize, is a kind of explanation. Like evolution itself. Sometimes I sit with what just happened. And I describe what I see. One thing at a time, and that tells me a story. Have you ever tried that? It is part of what I call the poetry of process. In this case the telling to one's self.
I want to call this stray cat, stray self really, Tangled up in February. I had another name in mind Yesterday, but I forgot. Things sure can get complicated. But there can be a simple beauty in that. In perspective.
evolution. a puzzle
life can be complicated
How much softer she is now.
a note...
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Wistful looking stray in my eyes 💙 feel better I think I’ve got something too 🤧
partly I have some winter blues…
I love clicking on the little icons at the end of your posts … wondering where they will lead next
I used them during small journeys, were you there? I am going to have fun with them.
A stray who expresses her experiences lived…so very alive.
each moment is like wandering off.
Glad you had a great birthday, your cats eyes tell the whole story, they pull you right in and hold you there, like you can’t tell what she’s thinking but somehow you know, I am mesmerized when I look at her eyes, she’s great,
i love to do the eyes
I am taken in by the embrace.
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quite the transformation… softer and more sympathetic?
yes, blended in maybe, sempathetic…
I often find now, that after a day out or a couple of days of socializing I am totally wiped out for a day or two and have begun scheduling recuperation days. It helps. Hope you feel better.
Yeah, stuff is changing, I need a tune up.
I often have thoughts today for the blog that by tomorrow are forgotten. It just flows past me somehow. those cats… strays are always welcome.
Quite hilarious at this point, I just let it go and continue . A stray has a sense of independence…
We’re here because we want to go with that flow. <3
We could get swept away.
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Thanku
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Warm wishes on your blessed day…. Love the new look to the stray cat….more is more…. Welcome spring.
I might just be trying to invoke spring !
sitting with what just happens ‘n allowing it to tell its story… one thing at a time… thank u, jude. those words open up a door of understanding for me. how the confusion of creation lifts by just going on. how the language of one story unlocks another. how doing a thing 9 ways can be helpful. this is marvelous. x
I love her, for she is you. I love her tiny thread bead heart beating away, carrying her along…telling her story. Beautiful. Spring is my birth season, so I especially have a fondness for the Spring green and flowers of this time. xo
February is so unpredictably moody, maybe that is why I change my mind all the time.
Welcome to your 7th Decade. There is Always so much to do, but sometimes just sitting on the couch doing handwork is enough.
it is a nice break but I always want to keep moving…lest I forget how, ha!
Change in doings can sure discombobulate our view. Breathing and rescue remedy give me clarity and SLOW down to enjoy the ride. Such a journey we are all on. Spring is about to explode.
yes, we are on the edge!
She’s beautiful! I would love to know how you do the shading around the face and moon. Maybe in the forever zone?
yes, very soon
I used to tell myself that even tho I was a good writer, I wasn’t a storyteller. I’ve since learned that that’s nonsense since just saying one thing and then the next creates, as you say, a story.
It’s been very difficult for me to explain that for so long but maybe because it is so simple.
Softer…welcoming, beautiful.
At first i did not see that…
I live outside Rome and believe I have seen this stray cat recently…this cat is definitely more sure of herself. I love it.
strays get around!
I’m taking deep breaths.
Softer is good.
Maybe we can melt into moss…..
( Sorry; I’m spending so much time outside watching the green creep forth…)
and it’s warm out, for a few days at least, moss, here I come.
I’m always a little amazed watching you do this. When something could be called finished and then becomes so much more. She is softer and somehow more assured, more rooted in season. Taken from an “oh no, snow” moment to a place that holds the swing and the in between.
there are so many tiny steps, so you are not really watching me do this, I want to try to catch all of them, if only for my own curiosity. I realize I escaped into silence .
Oops — IT says so much more than words!
Oh, Jude — I just can’t stop looking at your magical tree-cat- soul-being-becoming! I says so much more than words!
I really thought I was losing it…