Monthly Archives: September 2012

The story about Mr Red, the Cat

In my village there are plenty of cats; domestic ones belonging to households, wild ones born somewhere in a barn and then there are the “left-overs”, cats that were dumped by people moving away. All these cats come visiting from time to time though I never feed them. They sleep in my garden and hunt for mice in my compost heap. During the warm season my doors and windows are always open but they never go into the house. I am very clear on where the borders are and the cats respect that…Until a few weeks ago…

One day I found a big red cat sleeping in my winter garden. I have seen him around and know him to be a very friendly guy. From his manner and looks I thought he belonged to someone. Now I saw that his earlier big belly had turned into an empty sac and he looked a bit tired. For some reason, when he looked at me, I could not throw him out. There was something in his eyes and his manner so I left him there. During the following week he would pop in for a nap every now and then. Sometimes I would ask him to leave and he would. He behaved more like a dog than a cat. I never fed him, I don’t want animals at this stage in my life, I travel much and can not care for them. I checked around the village, everybody knew the cat but nobody owned him.

Then I had a weekend party and a friend of mine from Belgium was here. He and The Cat took one look at each other and it was obvious that they were meant to be together. Friend couldn’t take the Cat at the time, so Cat stayed for another week. During this week I fed Cat and he used my house as home, though I felt he was waiting. He was friendly, very cool but didn’t connect deeply with us.

Then friend came back. On hearing his voice, Cat jumped up to greet him with a husky meow, sat at his feet through coffee and then promptly followed friend to his car, said goodbye to me, jumped into the car and off they went.

I had a feeling the cat came here looking for his future, knowing that it would happen here. He didn’t behave like all the other cats through the years (I have been here 7 yrs), he was a man on a mission, that much was obvious. Later today I am going to visit him in his new home.

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We are responsible for our reactions

I read a story somewhere that goes something like this:

A woman steps on the bus to go to work in the morning and the bus driver is very rude to her. Her good mood plummets, making her upset and angry. As she gets to work, her mood infects those around her, creating a bad vibe in the office. Who’s fault is it? The bus driver or the woman’s?”

It is, of course, nobody’s fault. Fault is always an excuse for not taking responsibility. The bus driver was in a bad mood for whatever reason, that is his responsibility. The woman could have chosen to report him, ignore him or get angry. She chose to get angry and she chose to spread it on to her colleagues – her responsibility. If her colleagues react badly, that’s their responsibility.

We are all responsible, not only for our actions but also for our re-actions. We can always choose what we wish to have triggered in us. Our reactions are not put there by whatever/whoever triggered it, they are ours, that which we carry within. Nobody puts anything into us, or make us feel a certain way, we do.

There is no way of controlling that which is around us, none whatsoever. But, we can control how we react to it. By being centered in ourselves and keeping our balance within, we are so much more able to deal with what goes on around us. This is the only kind of control that is guaranteed.

Everybody can do or say or act in any way they like, but we don’t have to take it. If somebody is being nasty to me I walk away. I have no right to tell them they are “not allowed” and they have no right to demand that I take their nastiness. By unplugging from the person, I unplug from the bad situation and I can walk away without allowing it to destroy my day. My choice is to not allow myself to be triggered. Big lesson, not always so easy but oh so liberating!

Trash becomes Treasure

I keep little bits and pieces; a ribbon from a chocolate box, some lace from a broken old sheet, scraps of cloth, pieces of broken jewellery…Stuff that is perfectly useful but you don’t know it yet 🙂 (I think I have it from my grandmother) My friend calls it my “bra-att-ha-låda”, translated it means “good-to-have-box”. The stuff that is really too pretty to be thrown away even though I, at the moment, have no use for it. It’s been lying around for a while, the box. I have ideas and find inspiration when I travel, but the feeling to actually do it wasn’t really there…Until a week ago. Oh, it’s so much fun when the creative juices start flowing!

I have these crappy, disgusting-looking cushions from my terrass; too good to be thrown away but too ugly to use. I wanted to throw them away but it feels very un-sustainable and that is not my way, so I went to my bra-att-ha-låda and found much prettiness with which I beautified the cushions and gave them another 5-6 years of usage. The long cushion is cut into 3 pieces, small cushions are more useful.

Care for Skin care

Your foods needs care; you put perishables in the fridge, keep foodstuffs away from direct heat and light. If you don’t, you know it will go rancid, rotten, sour…Bad and you don’t want that because you know it will affect your health. If you find that something just doesn’t go bad, you know it is full of chemicals and should probably not be eaten at all. Think about the milk that will last for 6 months in room temperature, or the baked goods you forgot in the cupboard and on finding it 1 year later it looked exactly the same?

Jump to skin-care: We feed our skin exactly as we feed our bodies; with nutrients that will sustain the cells and keep them healthy. What kind of care do we take of our skin care products? Truth is, none at all. They are carried in bags during long hot sunny days, left with the lid off, are exposed to direct light and heat. They are expected to be inert, have no reaction at all and constantly stay exactly the same – sometimes for years. Look, texture, scent…It never changes. FAIL! Something that never changes no matter what you expose it to is DEAD or filled with such an amount of chemicals that it will probably do you harm. At best, it will do nothing at all.

There is a rave for natural skin care products; real fats and herbal extracts, preferably organic and sustainable. We want the REAL THING and lobby against chemicals. “Parabens will give you cancer, petroleum chemicals are dangerous and non-sustainable, animal fat is disgusting…” Different bodies are creating lists upon lists on what is not allowed in skin care, which is as it should be.

BUT, if you want all that yummy, natural, nutritious stuff, you need to care for it: Fats melt and go rancid in heat and light, herbal extracts deteriorate. If it is alive and vibrant, it is susceptible to deterioration. Take care of your products; put the cap on, keep it away from heat and light, store it cool and dark. A natural product has about 6 months lifespan in your bathroom cupboard, 12 months if stored cool and dark.

And trust me; if it doesn’t go bad when kept in bad conditions, it is not natural. Think of milk, butter and fruit…

I want to build…something like this

I spent many of my years building and renovating my home in the forest, always on the lookout for cheap and efficient solutions. Since that time of my life I decided I do not enjoy it, worse, I loath renovating and building. When I came to Luxembourg a team of guys renovated my house and I watched…Liked that a lot. 🙂 Lately I have been looking into natural homes and I love it! I wish I had known about this at the time, I would so have incorporated the idea in my plans. I always thought that this would work only for warmer climates, I was wrong.

Now I would like so much to use these techniques to build a house, or a garden house or maybe only a fireplace in the garden…Or a bench? Whatever, I have to try this out at one point. The decorative work is absolutely gorgeous!

The pics are from this FB-page

Goddess

Always when I see pics of women they are young, beautiful, half-naked Goddess-like creatures. I am not. I was – once, but not anymore. Now I am a middle-aged, 4-children-body, eyes lined with pain, sorrow and joy-Goddess.

I don’t think all goddesses are young and gorgeous, I think the most powerful ones are the ladies that have been around for a while, the ladies that know about life and what it entails. The women who have, silently, suffered through every heart-ache in the world and still stand, who shed their tears in private and then go to the young ones to help them dry theirs…

I believe they are the silent, unobtrusive, hardly noticeable women who lightens up a dark house with a fire…Or a flower. She who carries her heart proudly,  with sorrow and joy. She – the invisible – making the world a better place by giving her love over and over again.

The old woman that nobody sees, that holds the little child in her arms and sing songs to it. The old woman we go to share our deepest inner secrets. She will carry your secrets, kiss away your tears and always love you, no matter what. She is the goddess, the place of rest and peace. She demands nothing and gives everything.

(pic: artatwoodstock.blogspot.com)

(pic of TreeGodess, top, from Wordcatcher Colin Demet)