Cats, commute, compassion, creativity

1. Luna is starting to show a seriously quirky side. Either that or she is an "unclaimed familiar" and can see beyond the veil. Shortly after midnight she woke me up by slapping my pillow. She was pouncing and attacking invisble things on the bed with such intense, frantic fervor that psychic energy was pouring off her in waves and ripples. I had to use my amateur skills in Reiki to calm her down; she kept staring at me and squeaking with this odd tone and I got the feeling that she was worried I might disappear. Occasionally she'd pat my cheek, nuzzle it, and purr loudly. She never did really settle down; she'd curl up somewhere and sleep for a while, then wake up, move around on the bed, repeat. She woke me up again right before my alarm and I just stayed up. She seems to do that -- get me up instantly, no grogginess, with or without my alarm clock. I haven't needed to hit the snooze button since Sunday. Charlotte has suggested I do something to see if she really is a familiar -- and if she'll respond to my specific witchcraft.

2. Metro this morning = hell. There was a fire or track problem down at the Dupont Circle station. The station I go to from home, Shady Grove, is the first Red Line station on this side of Maryland. There were so many people on the platform that the one working train was packed tight when I got there. There was another train, but its doors were closed and it was out of service. I sat down on a bench. It was 7:45. Around 8:05, I took my copy of Charles de Lint's "Memory and Dream" out of my purse (I just started it the other day) and started reading. Three "out of service" trains came and went. Dozens and dozens of pissed-off people paced the platform. I understood they're frustration, but Metro was really working on the problem. Around 8:25, when I should have already been in downtown DC nearing the Gallery Place station, I called my boss' voice mail and left a message. I continued reading. Trains were accepting passengers, getting seriously packed, and moving slowly. Finally, around 8:50, I looked up and saw maybe half a dozen other people, with an empty train arriving. I got on board, sat down, and left another message for my boss. I arrived in DC around 9:40. I was starving, so I grabbed some food before heading to my office building, as I'd told the boss I probably wouldn't be in till 10:00 or so. I hope the problems have been fixed, or the rest of the day will be sad for Metro commuters. This was the longest train delay I have ever experienced since moving down here in autumn 2001.

3. Jason took Jupiter to have bloodwork done, so he could get his neutering appointment. That cat is barely a year old, not even neutered yet, and is already getting gigantic. I know red tabbies are naturally predisposed to being large, but holy hell. Jupiter seems to have grown in only a couple of days. His voice is now low and deep and grating, and his fur color has darkened to an odd russet shade (can that happen?). He'll get even bigger after he's fixed; I watched it happen with my parent's red tabby Daniel after he was fixed at five months (I was sixteen and had never owned a red tabby, so I was impressed). Jupiter is really bulking up! He loves a good petting, and last night I deeply stroked and massaged him all over until there was a look of pure ecstasy on his face and his purrs could be felt throughout my whole body. I am concerned about Jason, thought: he made a huge mistake a few nights ago with someone he loves and has been depressed and severely apologetic. He doesn't know what to do, and I don't know how to help him. I feel like I am watching him slowly fall away into darkness. I wish I could shine bright enough to pull him back. I've been giving him a hug every day when we meet each other at home. I just want to see him laugh again.

4. Did I mention I am falling head over heels for De Lint's "Memory And Dream"? Now I am going to buy "Dreams Underfoot" and "The Onion Girl". My only issue is that they are trade paperbacks, not mass. I won't be able to carry them in my purse. My copy of Memory And Dream is a very old and battered mass paperback, and I'll have to buy a new copy, but it will be too big to fit in my purse, and De Lint deserves to be read everywhere and anywhere.

Cats, commute, compassion, creativity

1. Luna is starting to show a seriously quirky side. Either that or she is an "unclaimed familiar" and can see beyond the veil. Shortly after midnight she woke me up by slapping my pillow. She was pouncing and attacking invisble things on the bed with such intense, frantic fervor that psychic energy was pouring off her in waves and ripples. I had to use my amateur skills in Reiki to calm her down; she kept staring at me and squeaking with this odd tone and I got the feeling that she was worried I might disappear. Occasionally she'd pat my cheek, nuzzle it, and purr loudly. She never did really settle down; she'd curl up somewhere and sleep for a while, then wake up, move around on the bed, repeat. She woke me up again right before my alarm and I just stayed up. She seems to do that -- get me up instantly, no grogginess, with or without my alarm clock. I haven't needed to hit the snooze button since Sunday. Charlotte has suggested I do something to see if she really is a familiar -- and if she'll respond to my specific witchcraft.

2. Metro this morning = hell. There was a fire or track problem down at the Dupont Circle station. The station I go to from home, Shady Grove, is the first Red Line station on this side of Maryland. There were so many people on the platform that the one working train was packed tight when I got there. There was another train, but its doors were closed and it was out of service. I sat down on a bench. It was 7:45. Around 8:05, I took my copy of Charles de Lint's "Memory and Dream" out of my purse (I just started it the other day) and started reading. Three "out of service" trains came and went. Dozens and dozens of pissed-off people paced the platform. I understood they're frustration, but Metro was really working on the problem. Around 8:25, when I should have already been in downtown DC nearing the Gallery Place station, I called my boss' voice mail and left a message. I continued reading. Trains were accepting passengers, getting seriously packed, and moving slowly. Finally, around 8:50, I looked up and saw maybe half a dozen other people, with an empty train arriving. I got on board, sat down, and left another message for my boss. I arrived in DC around 9:40. I was starving, so I grabbed some food before heading to my office building, as I'd told the boss I probably wouldn't be in till 10:00 or so. I hope the problems have been fixed, or the rest of the day will be sad for Metro commuters. This was the longest train delay I have ever experienced since moving down here in autumn 2001.

3. Jason took Jupiter to have bloodwork done, so he could get his neutering appointment. That cat is barely a year old, not even neutered yet, and is already getting gigantic. I know red tabbies are naturally predisposed to being large, but holy hell. Jupiter seems to have grown in only a couple of days. His voice is now low and deep and grating, and his fur color has darkened to an odd russet shade (can that happen?). He'll get even bigger after he's fixed; I watched it happen with my parent's red tabby Daniel after he was fixed at five months (I was sixteen and had never owned a red tabby, so I was impressed). Jupiter is really bulking up! He loves a good petting, and last night I deeply stroked and massaged him all over until there was a look of pure ecstasy on his face and his purrs could be felt throughout my whole body. I am concerned about Jason, thought: he made a huge mistake a few nights ago with someone he loves and has been depressed and severely apologetic. He doesn't know what to do, and I don't know how to help him. I feel like I am watching him slowly fall away into darkness. I wish I could shine bright enough to pull him back. I've been giving him a hug every day when we meet each other at home. I just want to see him laugh again.

4. Did I mention I am falling head over heels for De Lint's "Memory And Dream"? Now I am going to buy "Dreams Underfoot" and "The Onion Girl". My only issue is that they are trade paperbacks, not mass. I won't be able to carry them in my purse. My copy of Memory And Dream is a very old and battered mass paperback, and I'll have to buy a new copy, but it will be too big to fit in my purse, and De Lint deserves to be read everywhere and anywhere.

Cats, commute, compassion, creativity

1. Luna is starting to show a seriously quirky side. Either that or she is an "unclaimed familiar" and can see beyond the veil. Shortly after midnight she woke me up by slapping my pillow. She was pouncing and attacking invisble things on the bed with such intense, frantic fervor that psychic energy was pouring off her in waves and ripples. I had to use my amateur skills in Reiki to calm her down; she kept staring at me and squeaking with this odd tone and I got the feeling that she was worried I might disappear. Occasionally she'd pat my cheek, nuzzle it, and purr loudly. She never did really settle down; she'd curl up somewhere and sleep for a while, then wake up, move around on the bed, repeat. She woke me up again right before my alarm and I just stayed up. She seems to do that -- get me up instantly, no grogginess, with or without my alarm clock. I haven't needed to hit the snooze button since Sunday. Charlotte has suggested I do something to see if she really is a familiar -- and if she'll respond to my specific witchcraft.

2. Metro this morning = hell. There was a fire or track problem down at the Dupont Circle station. The station I go to from home, Shady Grove, is the first Red Line station on this side of Maryland. There were so many people on the platform that the one working train was packed tight when I got there. There was another train, but its doors were closed and it was out of service. I sat down on a bench. It was 7:45. Around 8:05, I took my copy of Charles de Lint's "Memory and Dream" out of my purse (I just started it the other day) and started reading. Three "out of service" trains came and went. Dozens and dozens of pissed-off people paced the platform. I understood they're frustration, but Metro was really working on the problem. Around 8:25, when I should have already been in downtown DC nearing the Gallery Place station, I called my boss' voice mail and left a message. I continued reading. Trains were accepting passengers, getting seriously packed, and moving slowly. Finally, around 8:50, I looked up and saw maybe half a dozen other people, with an empty train arriving. I got on board, sat down, and left another message for my boss. I arrived in DC around 9:40. I was starving, so I grabbed some food before heading to my office building, as I'd told the boss I probably wouldn't be in till 10:00 or so. I hope the problems have been fixed, or the rest of the day will be sad for Metro commuters. This was the longest train delay I have ever experienced since moving down here in autumn 2001.

3. Jason took Jupiter to have bloodwork done, so he could get his neutering appointment. That cat is barely a year old, not even neutered yet, and is already getting gigantic. I know red tabbies are naturally predisposed to being large, but holy hell. Jupiter seems to have grown in only a couple of days. His voice is now low and deep and grating, and his fur color has darkened to an odd russet shade (can that happen?). He'll get even bigger after he's fixed; I watched it happen with my parent's red tabby Daniel after he was fixed at five months (I was sixteen and had never owned a red tabby, so I was impressed). Jupiter is really bulking up! He loves a good petting, and last night I deeply stroked and massaged him all over until there was a look of pure ecstasy on his face and his purrs could be felt throughout my whole body. I am concerned about Jason, thought: he made a huge mistake a few nights ago with someone he loves and has been depressed and severely apologetic. He doesn't know what to do, and I don't know how to help him. I feel like I am watching him slowly fall away into darkness. I wish I could shine bright enough to pull him back. I've been giving him a hug every day when we meet each other at home. I just want to see him laugh again.

4. Did I mention I am falling head over heels for De Lint's "Memory And Dream"? Now I am going to buy "Dreams Underfoot" and "The Onion Girl". My only issue is that they are trade paperbacks, not mass. I won't be able to carry them in my purse. My copy of Memory And Dream is a very old and battered mass paperback, and I'll have to buy a new copy, but it will be too big to fit in my purse, and De Lint deserves to be read everywhere and anywhere.

spiritual Luna

In my dream last night, and in some waking moments during the night, I saw Luna's aura: pale shades of gold, blue, and violet. And I experienced different musical tones and physical sensations from each. What is fascinating about this is that Luna is the first animal whose aura I have ever actually seen and felt and paid attention to. Perhaps because whenever I meditate and concentrate on my own aura, I also see pale shades of gold, blue, and violet, as well as ivory white. Each with their own musical tune and physical feeling in my body.
(Rose tells me that gold, blue and violet mean God/dess Center, Healing, Peace, and Spirituality. This does not surprise me at all.)
I'm not going to read into any of this much; I'm sure it just means that Luna and I connect supremely well, and maybe it was "fate" that I saw her in that shelter room, went to her, fell in love, and almost without thinking twice went to fill out adoption papers. I really couldn't stop myself. When I went to Luna's cage to look at her, I could have turned around and chosen any one of the dozens of other cats in the dozens of other cages. I in fact had looked at all the cats in all the cages, and sent my mind out to them, asking each cat if we could connect, and none of them sent anything back but the intense desire to be somewhere else; however they didn't connect with me on that certain level. But when I got to Luna's cage, I saw her standing pressed against the bars, purring. She squeaked at me and reached out a paw, and when I touched her she licked me and nuzzled me and purred and purred. I was certain she was doing the same things to other people who came to see her, but there was something else: A nagging, nudging feeling inside my head that was pushing to get stronger. I could have picked any one of those cats. But the feeling in my head was strongest with this one. I wanted her. I needed her.
Luna has apparently been proving this every day since I brought her home. It brings tears to my eyes. I can't explain how and why we connect, but we do. So well.

spiritual Luna

In my dream last night, and in some waking moments during the night, I saw Luna's aura: pale shades of gold, blue, and violet. And I experienced different musical tones and physical sensations from each. What is fascinating about this is that Luna is the first animal whose aura I have ever actually seen and felt and paid attention to. Perhaps because whenever I meditate and concentrate on my own aura, I also see pale shades of gold, blue, and violet, as well as ivory white. Each with their own musical tune and physical feeling in my body.
(Rose tells me that gold, blue and violet mean God/dess Center, Healing, Peace, and Spirituality. This does not surprise me at all.)
I'm not going to read into any of this much; I'm sure it just means that Luna and I connect supremely well, and maybe it was "fate" that I saw her in that shelter room, went to her, fell in love, and almost without thinking twice went to fill out adoption papers. I really couldn't stop myself. When I went to Luna's cage to look at her, I could have turned around and chosen any one of the dozens of other cats in the dozens of other cages. I in fact had looked at all the cats in all the cages, and sent my mind out to them, asking each cat if we could connect, and none of them sent anything back but the intense desire to be somewhere else; however they didn't connect with me on that certain level. But when I got to Luna's cage, I saw her standing pressed against the bars, purring. She squeaked at me and reached out a paw, and when I touched her she licked me and nuzzled me and purred and purred. I was certain she was doing the same things to other people who came to see her, but there was something else: A nagging, nudging feeling inside my head that was pushing to get stronger. I could have picked any one of those cats. But the feeling in my head was strongest with this one. I wanted her. I needed her.
Luna has apparently been proving this every day since I brought her home. It brings tears to my eyes. I can't explain how and why we connect, but we do. So well.

spiritual Luna

In my dream last night, and in some waking moments during the night, I saw Luna's aura: pale shades of gold, blue, and violet. And I experienced different musical tones and physical sensations from each. What is fascinating about this is that Luna is the first animal whose aura I have ever actually seen and felt and paid attention to. Perhaps because whenever I meditate and concentrate on my own aura, I also see pale shades of gold, blue, and violet, as well as ivory white. Each with their own musical tune and physical feeling in my body.
(Rose tells me that gold, blue and violet mean God/dess Center, Healing, Peace, and Spirituality. This does not surprise me at all.)
I'm not going to read into any of this much; I'm sure it just means that Luna and I connect supremely well, and maybe it was "fate" that I saw her in that shelter room, went to her, fell in love, and almost without thinking twice went to fill out adoption papers. I really couldn't stop myself. When I went to Luna's cage to look at her, I could have turned around and chosen any one of the dozens of other cats in the dozens of other cages. I in fact had looked at all the cats in all the cages, and sent my mind out to them, asking each cat if we could connect, and none of them sent anything back but the intense desire to be somewhere else; however they didn't connect with me on that certain level. But when I got to Luna's cage, I saw her standing pressed against the bars, purring. She squeaked at me and reached out a paw, and when I touched her she licked me and nuzzled me and purred and purred. I was certain she was doing the same things to other people who came to see her, but there was something else: A nagging, nudging feeling inside my head that was pushing to get stronger. I could have picked any one of those cats. But the feeling in my head was strongest with this one. I wanted her. I needed her.
Luna has apparently been proving this every day since I brought her home. It brings tears to my eyes. I can't explain how and why we connect, but we do. So well.