Satin smooth, a dashing tuxedo doodles
in the dark. Coiling, recoiling, she sparks
twin moons centre stage, chartreuse chanteuse,
all that jazz with twinkles. Scrumptious svelte.
The rasp of velvet, the descent and scorch
of needle claw. Bipolar and molar, the healer
of bones. Her silent hum, vibrations that thrill.
Stubborn as a willow in a storm, she bends
and does not break. Not shades of grey
but endless grace. Elastic, fantastic, shape
-shifting dreamer, she weaves a fandango,
spellbinding tangle of chains.
Sometimes you have to go with the flow. I had a catastrophe with my new painting today. I had just begun with delicate washes of grey, lemon, blue and violet when my cat Spider crashed through the cat flap – soaking wet and dripping after falling into the stream at the bottom of my garden. She shook herself, splattering water on my masterpiece and then lay down on it. So I decided to transform it into this….not my usual style but fun. I’m calling it April Showers.
Spring is just around the corner here in the UK and we have Easter this weekend for those who celebrate it. However, it’s actually snowing in northern Scotland today and not at all typical weather for the end of March.
I want to wish everyone out there a very happy Spring Holiday. It’s a good time to look to the future with hope and optimism and to celebrate all the wonderful things that make life worth living. Spring is a time of renewal, growth and positive change. There’s a different energy abroad, a time to seize each day.
I took this photo at the local pet shop….Easter eggs for cats! Hope it makes you smile!
I woke to snow this morning and a strong sense of silence and isolation. The snow muffled the sounds of traffic from the village and I felt like I was on another planet. Looking out into the pristine garden I recalled my childhood excitement at each snowfall. I opened the bedroom window and gathered a hand full of white from the sill. The cold made me feel more alive. Years ago I had a collie-cross dog called Floss who loved the snow, ploughing through it with his head down snuffling and snorting, rolling around in a frenzy. He would return home eventually with tiny snow balls dangling from his long hair, thawing out all over the house and leaving puddles in his wake. Cats are far more sensible. Nadia went out warily, making staccato steps as the snow stung her soft pads. She left a delicate solo track across the decking where my green Buddha looked on serenely.
“I do not dispute with the world; rather it is the world that disputes with me.”
While recovering in hospital from my brain haemorrhage many years ago I kept dreaming about cats. They were powerful and lucid dreams. Sometimes when I woke in the night gloom of my clinical room I would glimpse cat’s eyes glowing at the end of my bed, or a dark shadow in the corner or the curl of a tail disappearing out the door. I’m sure these visions were the result of trauma and the cocktail of drugs I was taking but at the same time I truly believe in the healing energy of animals, in particular cats. They are mysterious and intuitive creatures. It’s possible to establish a strong emotional bond with a cat, more meaningful because they can survive freely without humans and catch their own food but they choose to stay.
I now have a wonderful cat called Nadia. She used to be a stray but wandered into my home three summers ago and has never left. She shows me more loyalty and love than most humans I have known. One is never truly alone with a cat sharing each day. It’s a delight just to watch her graceful pose. When I wake up suddenly in the middle of the night, now thankfully in the comfort of my own bedroom, I can hear her purring in the darkness and I feel all’s well.