A Shout Out in Four Beautiful Directions

This is an intersection of the most beautiful kind. Earth, Air, Fire and Water. Hmmm...who is whom? OK let's just deal it around. Of course we all are all, which is harmonious in every way. Water is Becky. Emotion and Depth, with a steadiness that comforts and holds worlds of the brightest imagination unseen and therefore unknown and underappreciated because it is secret and untouchable by most humans. Air is Debbie. Always of the Spirit and Higher Thought. Always caressing that which is otherwise neglected. Tender and sensitive to the environment, necessary for enacting all change and further - capable of moving mountains and shifting weather patterns. I am Fire. Passionate and dangerous, unpredictable...truth-seeking. And Molly is Earth. Solid and steady, capable of MIGHTY provision for all who are lucky to feel her love. Rooted, grounded, full of natural, breathtaking resources...bringing forth goodness and renewable supply.

We have intersected, my Dear Ones.

Read this blog, and it expresses in words what I can only feel intangibly in my heart and memory and future. Everything I've failed to enunciate about the Divine knowledge of all that is Feminine. What we mean and give to each other, often unknowingly.

http://randompermutations.blogspot.com/2007/02/blog-envy.html

SqueakMasterFlash

My bf's cat Squeaky was hit by a car last night. Awwww, Squeaks! When T took Squeaky to the animal hospital, x-rays revealed a completely fractured palate (ouch) and multiple fractures in his jaw, but no brain damage and no other injuries. Recovery from surgery: 6-8 weeks while being fed through a tube. We spent a harrowing time period deciding whether Squeaky's potential quality of life was going to be worth the $2k+ vet bill that no one can afford. It was excruciating. Teetering on the side of euthanasia...the vet offered another option for $600. I want to know why this option was not offered up in the first place, because now T is understandably, yet somewhat irrationally guilty about even considering ending The Squeaks' life. I mean, if this cat can survive a car crash with no brain damage, he deserves to stick around, if for nothing else but bragging rights in all those future cat chat circles.

Back at the ranch...neither of us slept for our thoughts of poor Squeaky...there all alone and hurt in the animal hospital. It was a long, restless night. We went to pick him up at 6:00am and received the detailed instructions for his care. He has a long road ahead of him, but he's going to be okay. This is a pretty amazing outcome in my mind after all of the other possibilities floating around last night. I'm glad poor Squeaker will still be around to covet my Cheetohs and give me the sexy eyes. And I have to admit my fascination and respect for my bf's true Buddhist nature. Any man who agonizes for hours over saving the life of his cat to the tune of 2 grand...and most decidedly not his favorite cat at that, has a heart worth inspecting very closely.