Hello there my little winter woollykins, I've just switched on my electric blanket, Toscat is sniffing around and meowing because she wants me to go to bed and cuddle her. Of course, that's one of my life priorities, arranging myself exactly to suit the needs of my 14 year old cat.
As far as my love life goes, the Piscean is no longer on the scene. He's adorable, incorrigible and simply not interested in the kind of relationship that I would like to have.
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| Toscat in her own fur, plus fake fur for good measure. I have a new romantic interest though; he really cares about people, he laughs when I am attempting to be funny, and he doesn't mind how much I talk! I know, sounds pretty damn good doesn't he? |
And now to discuss life purpose style things!
"Life on Purpose!"Not porpoise, though poise and grace are admirable qualities if you are a dancer.
I have started a FB group called JOY BOMBING! which is similar in spirit to 'paying it forward' or 'random acts of kindness'. So check it out. It's international, and the whole point is to share the kindnesses we do for others or that we have experienced. The sharing aspect is to encourage and support each other with acts of joy, so it's not about patting yourself on the back. It's about noticing how to create more joy ... and keep it rollin'!
I also am working on a Joy Bombing fundraiser for a women's refuge outfit in Auckland! Bring the joy!
Creating more joy in the world or raising money for a good cause might only be a tiny ripple in a big ocean, but the fact is, we are all that ocean. Cliched I know. What about being the real cream in a good quality cream bun? No, doesn't quite work. Nature seems to have creamed it when it comes to good metaphors.
I normally feel overwhelmed by the problems of the world, and feeling overwhelmed often leads to doing nothing. I'm doing what I can to over ride the tendency to roll over and cuddle the cat instead of doing something to make my ripple of joy and love a little bit stronger.
Care of Animals:
Today I broke my own rule and watched a video on FB in which animals were being hurt in the name of fashion. Various clips spliced together powerfully and grossly demonstrated a bizarre level of cruelty; I could not look away even though I wanted to. I could not believe what I was seeing, but there it was.
Warning: do not read the following passage if you are depressed, it's upsetting.
One part of the video, towards the end, shows the most beautiful creature with amazing eyes trying to sit up after being skinned alive. Yes. Skinned alive. This creature still had a little fur left on her/his paws and the eyelashes were still intact. The warm brown eyes were wide as she struggled to move and then fell back in exhaustion and pain. I burst into tears and was retching, then eventually I vomited. Not only was I crying and vomiting with shock at seeing how these animals are being tortured, but also with great sadness to think of the state of the people involved. It isn't just the man killing a dog by crushing it's head beneath his boot (purposely slow and painful) or the people skinning animals without killing them first. It's the shop that orders the furs for women who want to wear them. It's the people who then buy it. That must be a husk of a person, an empty tunnel, an echo with skin. Stop the demand. It's disgusting. When you wear farmed fur, you wear cruelty of the most perverse order. Thanks for reading this if you were able to do so.
Okay, tortured animal spiel is over. It's bed time, my cat is curled up on my bed and I'm ready to hold her and thank the gods that she is safe.
Night night, and remember to share some joy on JOY BOMBERS!
My darling mum Joy Bombed me this week with a couple of beautiful cards in the mailbox (remember those?). I was also helped by an old couple when I couldn't find my car in the car park, and a florist let me have a $20 bunch of flowers for $10 after we shared stories about what's happening with disability and care giving in New Zealand.
May joy find you on waking. Look for her and you will find her. Love Cx
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