Traveling

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An air bus flew me to Mississippi where I’m visiting with three girlfriends from high school. It wasn’t an Airbus, which seems to be a brand name, but a jet that felt like a bus because it felt cramped and confined like a bus in the sky.

Catching up and reminiscing with my old friends, not that we’re really old, because old gets older every year,  being with friends I’ve known since high school, felt natural. On our first day here, we painted pottery. I LOVED forgetting about almost everything else and painting a design, a tree with hearts for leaves, on the dish I picked out.

On our second day, we saw Indian Burial Mounds on the Natchez Trace, then went to see the little, white house where Elvis Presley was born in Tupelo. We had a lovely dinner at the home of my friend and talked about how much we valued our friendship. How we knew each other back when and ever since.

Travel is not something I do often, but September is the exception with my trip to the Blue Ridge Mountains earlier this month, and now this reunion in Mississippi.

I used to think it would be cool to travel across country in a bus, a hippie bus,

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or a VW bus.

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My high school sweetheart, who moved to Connecticut after we had dated for less than a year, thought about driving his VW bus back down south to visit me. But his family convinced him that the “Iron-Sided Shackwagon,” as his grandfather called it, wouldn’t make it that far. So he waited.

He waited for about 39 years, then drove 700 miles to see me again. The timing was perfect. He didn’t drive down in a VW bus. But maybe someday, we’ll get a van or an RV and travel across the country.

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Today’s Stream of Consciousness prompt was the word, “bus,” thanks to Linda Hill at:

https://lindaghill.com/2016/09/23/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-2416/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

 

Enduring Friendship

Girlfriends.

Months go by, even years

With little or no contact

Yet, we pick up the threads

Of our enduring tapestry

And weave magic.

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Mermaids for Sally, a sunflower for Terry, and the Angel Dog for Caroline. Paintings by JoAnne Silvia

I’m in Mississippi this week for a reunion with three girlfriends from high school. It’s magic how we re-connect with ease after so long. It’s like we were never apart.

Even if I don’t connect as much this week with my blogging friends, you are dear to me, too.

Violence

Healing is possible.

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I wish I could hang a setting sun.

On the violence, let anger be done.

I hear your pain, we feel it rain.

Your banners with names of the slain.

But we must come together and be as one.

I hope upon the setting sun.

Prayers for Charlotte

-OM

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One-Liner Wednesday: World Peace Day

Peace is possible!

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“Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me.”

(From a 1955 song by Jill Jackson Miller and Sy Miller)

I’m traveling today, so might be slow in getting back to you. But I hope you have a wonderful peace day!

One-Liner Wednesday is hosted by Linda G. Hill. Visit her blog for more one-liners.

https://lindaghill.com/2016/09/21/one-liner-wednesday-a-trashy-post/

The One-liner Wednesday Rules (aka, guidelines):

1. Make it one sentence.

2. Try to make it either funny or inspirational.

3. Use our unique tag #1linerWeds.

4. Add our very cool badge to your post for extra exposure!

5. Have fun!

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World Peace Day September 21st

In honor of World Peace Day, here’s a post from Annette Rochelle Aben with a sweet poem about growing peace and great quotes. Peace can save us.

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Established by the United Nations General Assembly, in 1981 The International Day of Peace or as we now know it, World Peace Day, is celebrated each year on September 21st.  Twenty years later, it was designated as “a period of non-violence and cease fire”

Here in 2016, the theme of World Peace Day is: “The Sustainable Development Goals, Building Blocks for Peace”

I am honored to be part of the Poets for Peace project https://thepoetrychannel.wordpress.com/2016/09/18/poets-for-peace-the-finished-collaboration/

The above link will take you to the finished collaboration and some pretty amazing content!  Also, that collaboration is being published in Praxis Magazine online AND it is being archived at Stanford University in their 100,000 Poets for Change collection!.

Here is my contribution to that collection:

Caretaker

The world’s a garden

Plant seeds you wish to see grow

Only peace, grows peace

(c) 2016 Annette Rochelle Aben 

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Awesome Stories 286

Brad has a knack for finding and highlighting articles of interest, innovation and hope.

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This week Awesome Stories brings you merging worlds, compassionate living, sustainable living and the #1 school in Arkansas.

Merging Worlds

Maybe it’s our ability to shine with such varied brightness that makes the human experience so beautiful and such a perfect medium for spiritual development.

Cristen Rodgers, Awesome StoriesFellow WP blogger Cristen Rodgers wrote an insightful post called Don’t Limit Yourself, Explore the Truth Where Opposites Merge. We limit ourselves if we live strictly within our identities. Cristen suggests that we explore the transitions and areas where spirit and form blend and merge. Just like sunsets and sunrises that show the beauty of transitional light, we humans possess the ability to shine a rainbow of colors and experiences. Personally, as I’ve let go more of my judgements of what is good and bad, I’ve noticed life seems easier, brighter and more alive. May we embrace and shine our beautiful rainbow of light.

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Time and the Toilet Paper Roll of Life

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This is the busiest time. No, wait. It’s not that busy. Maybe this is the busiest time since I started semi-retirement in June. Was that this past June? No way. I have to check that. Time is so strange. I think this is the fastest time has ever moved. It moves faster and faster the older we get, and also the busier we get. Just like the toilet paper roll goes faster as you get closer to the end. But then someone will hopefully replace that toilet paper roll with a full one. Usually a mom type person does that. Does God replace our roll when we get to the end of our life? Do we get another assignment? I like the idea of taking a rest for a while, in my idea of heaven being a cabin in the woods, running around with all the dogs I’ve ever loved…and then getting an assignment, as an angel or whatever God wants me to do. I just really want a rest for a while and to see my dogs.

I had no idea I was going to go there. That’s what I love about the Stream of Consciousness.

Though theses are the busiest times lately, they are also the best times. So I want to stop complaining and have some gratitude already!  My busyness has been writing, a little art, feeding feral kittens, puttering around the house in the never-ending busyness of things like replacing toilet paper rolls and de-cluttering.

The best things about this busy weekend are:

This afternoon, I get to read one of my two stories which will be published in the public library’s e-book about our coastal county. I should say, I get to read it out loud, in front of people! I’ll send you a link to the e-book when it is unveiled.

Tomorrow afternoon, I get to lead a guided meditation at a coffee house celebration of Recovery Month. That’s right, September is RECOVERY MONTH. We need to celebrate recovery because so many people don’t get how much work it is. We need to applaud people in recovery from addiction and other illnesses.

Both of these events are related to my work. The first, reading my story, is about my new work and my new creative life. Sunday’s event is about my old work as a counselor, which I continue to do one day a week. So this weekend is sort of an affirmation, that for now, I can do both.

Next week could be even busier. It might be the busiest week!

Monday I need to go cut my father’s hedges. And visit him which is more important. And then I need to go the old job on Tuesday as I get ready for a reunion trip with my high school girlfriends in Mississippi!

One thing’s for sure, I’m not bored.

And I am grateful.

 

Linda’ prompt for today’s Stream of Consciousness post was, “-est” to be used as a suffix.

Read more SOC posts, and join in the fun at Linda’s blog:

https://lindaghill.com/2016/09/16/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-sept-1716/

Here are the rules:

1. Your post must be stream of consciousness writing, meaning no editing, (typos can be fixed) and minimal planning on what you’re going to write.

2. Your post can be as long or as short as you want it to be. One sentence – one thousand words. Fact, fiction, poetry – it doesn’t matter. Just let the words carry you along until you’re ready to stop.

3. There will be a prompt every week. I will post the prompt here on my blog on Friday, along with a reminder for you to join in. The prompt will be one random thing, but it will not be a subject. For instance, I will not say “Write about dogs”; the prompt will be more like, “Make your first sentence a question,” “Begin with the word ‘The’,” or simply a single word to get your started.

4. Ping back! It’s important, so that I and other people can come and read your post! For example, in your post you can write “This post is part of SoCS:” and then copy and paste the URL found in your address bar at the top of this post into yours.  Your link will show up in my comments for everyone to see. The most recent pingbacks will be found at the top. NOTE: Pingbacks only work from WordPress sites. If you’re self-hosted or are participating from another host, such as Blogger, please leave a link to your post in the comments below.

5. Read at least one other person’s blog who has linked back their post. Even better, read everyone’s! If you’re the first person to link back, you can check back later, or go to the previous week, by following my category, “Stream of Consciousness Saturday,” which you’ll find right below the “Like” button on my post.

6. Copy and paste the rules (if you’d like to) in your post. The more people who join in, the more new bloggers you’ll meet and the bigger your community will get!

7. As a suggestion, tag your post “SoCS” and/or “#SoCS” for more exposure and more views.

8. Have fun!

Feral Cats, Part 3

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In Feral Cat Adventures Part 2, I discovered Mama Cat was pregnant again, just as I was getting her 6 month old kittens spayed. Part 3 became a poem. I didn’t mean for it to be so sad, but that’s how I felt about Mama Cat, though she is doing okay now. The kittens are making progress, and we might still have a happy ending.

Wild Mama,  By JoAnne Silvia

 

Who knows how many kittens came in that first litter.

Two remained to be semi-tamed.

But you, you wild thing,

You just did what came naturally.

You must have been off catching mice

While I was making friends

With your two survivors.

You must have been out doing wild things

With the tom cat behind the churchyard.

I don’t blame you, girl.

You just did what comes naturally.

And I was just trying to help

Control the population

So it wouldn’t become a colony.

Did I try to help too much?

Should I have let you have your second litter

Where you felt safe,

Even though the storm was coming

And the tom might have devoured them.

 

I took advantage of your hunger

Just trying to help,

And trapped you in the box

With your babies still in your belly.

They took you away

Tried to make you comfortable and safe

But you didn’t feel safe.

The babies had to come

And you had to protect them.

Doing what comes naturally,

You attacked those who were trying to help

Because you didn’t understand.

You used the only weapons you had,

Biting as hard as you could

Tearing through the flesh.

Scratching and biting again.

So the law came down

And took you all to jail.

You were so confused.

Terrified by the others,

The smell of fear around you,

And the barking dogs.

You couldn’t focus on your babies.

Until they put a cover up

Then you felt safer, but still afraid.

You waited

and did the best you could.

For ten days.

 

They asked me to help

And of course, I said yes.

They took the babies.

And I took you to the place

Where you went to sleep and woke up to pain

And no babies.

I carried you in the box

to a place closer to home.

I tried to talk to you

Tried to feed you.

Your yellow eyes staring holes through my heart.

You only wanted freedom.

 

The next day, I opened the box.

You waited until my back was turned,

Then stepped past my poultry pate peace offering,

And hurried away.

I didn’t know if I would see you again

Or if you could ever forgive me.

But feral cats multiply quickly.

And you will have no more babies.

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Mama Cat did come back to the church courtyard yesterday. She seemed happy to see me and readily accepted food now that she is free. Her two older kittens, who I released back at the church after they were spayed, are slowly becoming more social. The younger kittens are being bottle fed in the home of a couple who volunteered for this mission. I get to take two bottle feeding shifts today. We’ll see how it goes.

 

Feral Cat Adventures Part 2

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“Patch”

(A couple of months ago, I wrote about our old feral church cat, Moses, who turned out to be Miss Moses, since we found out she was a girl. Miss Moses had cancer eating away at her mouth, and though she continued to eat plenty of canned cat food, she became more emaciated. She was sleeping a lot, and still feral, would not accept care for her skin and ears. We decided that it was time to say goodbye to Miss Moses on Sunday. Her body is now buried in a semi-secret spot, but her spirit has crossed the Rainbow Bridge.)

Leaving food out for Miss Moses attracted another feral cat who started hanging around our church about a year ago. The new cat, a very feral black and white, later showed up with kittens, so I started calling her Mama Cat. When her two surviving kittens looked about 5 months old, I realized we needed to take action to keep our feral cat colony from exploding.

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Getting used to the carrier with food inside. Hungry Mama makes a rare entrance, while Patch looks to see if there’s room for her.

After a few weeks of getting the kittens used to me and used to eating in the carriers, and two nights in captivity, our  big kittens were spayed and got rabies and distemper shots. They each got the tip of one ear clipped and blue tattoo lines under their incisions to show they’ve been spayed.

The black and white kitten, who we’ve named “Patch,” has a bad eye which will likely need to be removed. Patch as become quite friendly and allows me to pet her, even without the enticement of food. But she she will not allow me to pick her up yet without squirming like crazy. Her bad eye is better and no longer leaking, but will probably still need to be removed at some point. Her less social sister, Gray is coming along slowly.

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Patch and Gray

As I was preparing to get the kittens ready for their trip to the spay/neuter clinic, I didn’t see Mama cat much. When I did see her, she looked bigger in the belly making me wonder. When I was in the midst of getting the big kittens spayed, it became obvious their mama was pregnant again.

The lesson learned: Don’t procrastinate! Neuter and Spay!

(Feral Cat Adventures, Part 3 will be coming soon!)