My best friend turned
‘Sweet Sixteen’ this week. Now, I didn’t throw her a birthday party, nor
buy any gifts - just looked at her in Awe and Love - and a wee bit of fear
- realizing, again, how much I need her. Inspite of the difference in our
ages, she is wise well beyond my own years. ‘Knows stuff I’ve yet to begin
to grasp…is and has been the calm eye of many a storm in my life. She’s
part of a steadfast backdrop The Universe has lovingly painted for me through
tears, and joy, crisis and peace, certainty and doubt… and many, many changes.
I guess I’ve been hers too. And while she certainly has a mind of her own,
she trusts me implicitly, though I cannot tell you why - perhaps she sees
something in me at all times that I do not see myself… True Soul Mates
are like that.
Samantha (otherwise known as Samiwankenobi, Samurai Kitty,
‘Samantha Claws’ at Christmas, or the remaining assortment of names I’ve
lavished her with) is, yes… a cat. If she’d have been a child of mine,
she’d be fervently ‘bucking the system’ about now, but instead, suffered
a mild kitty stroke a while back, and now trips over herself (and sometimes
my self) to be near me as much as possible. So I know our time is indeed
measured. In my otherwise complicated and often messy life, I guess I’m
simply her cornerstone, as much as she has been mine. Who’d have thought…
No one else has stayed with me as long, which may sound
like a lament, or that I’ve been lonely, or that I do not get on with ‘other’
people. This is not so. It simply means that cats are truly some of the
best people I know, utterly devoid of fickleness, and honest as the day
is long. And while some others are granted human partners or families who’ll
go the distance, Love in all its many forms; contentment, comfort, companionship,
solace, has not escaped me, and I do not lament. The thing is, if you have
some one, or some ‘being’ who has totally accepted you as you are, has
seen you at your very possible worst, has been sometimes neglected in Primary
Focus yet understands and is patient, content with their love of you, waiting
for and trusting in the best of you (and receives it), you’ve missed out
on nothing in the least - have in fact experienced The Best yourself. You
have been blessed. But you’d best know it…no matter when but before it
ends.
There are some who do know, no matter the source of that
Unconditional Love and patient wisdom. Wee beasties or human companionship...
Ah, but the bitter crux; there’s a World to miss when that cornerstone
disappears into the forever we’re all part of, with seemingly nothing that
could possibly replace it nor make amends. Yet perhaps that is the point
of all those things that are most precious…to have known the gift is in
fact to know the blessing. And who we are, the best of ourselves, is because
of the richness of that blessing…
~ Had humankind been
freed from womb and tomb, when would your time have come to live and love?
- Omar Khyyam
Inconsolable
in that which leaves ~
When Our Forever
courts intermission…
Requiem
that does not end,
but begins anon
in each moment of ‘Without’.
Inconceivable
that what we see as gone
is yet with us ~
For who we are
would not be complete
without what was
…and so, still is.
