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A Cat
If you’ve been with me for a while, you knew this answer was coming. Why would I compare myself to a cat? Why not?
Here’s what cats and I have in common: When we like you, you will know it. When we don’t like you, you will know it. We don’t give our affections to just anyone, we choose the people who won’t look at us. Duh. We will welcome you after you’ve been away for a long time, but we will not run up to greet you and lick your face. That is uncouth. Instead, we will wait the perfunctory 3 to 5 business days to say hello to you, because you left, and that was not approved.
(I love dogs, have had several, and you guys know that I love my friend Petey. The insinuation of dogs being uncouth is a joke.)
Here are some photos of me training to be a cat:
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The Wooden Cross
I found you in the cabinet
Outside of my office
You were in there with prayer cards
and Craftsman tools
I wonder how many patients you met
I wonder how you got there
I’m sure you belonged to a nun
But I don’t know who
I took you home
I’m not much of a cross person
But your simplicity is soothing
I also took the Craftsman screwdriver
It was a really nice one
There you go again
Making me confess
I’m not sure why, other than the name of the song, but when I was composing this poem, and looking at this photo of my wooden cross, I thought of the song Take Me To Church by Hozier. The title is a metaphor, which you can probably glean from the lyrics. This is a great song. The official video is worth a watch, but I’m not posting it here, as it tells a story within itself. I posted below a video that displays the lyrics.
Take Me to Church
Song by Hozier
My lover’s got humor
She’s the giggle at a funeral
Knows everybody’s disapproval
I should’ve worshiped her sooner
If the Heavens ever did speak
She’s the last true mouthpiece
Every Sunday’s getting more bleak
A fresh poison each week
“We were born sick”, you heard them say it
My church offers no absolutes
She tells me, “Worship in the bedroom”
The only Heaven I’ll be sent to
Is when I’m alone with you
I was born sick, but I love it
Command me to be well
A-, Amen, Amen, AmenTake me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my lifeIf I’m a pagan of the good times
My lover’s the sunlight
To keep the Goddess on my side
She demands a sacrifice
Drain the whole sea
Get something shiny
Something meaty for the main course
That’s a fine looking high horse
What you got in the stable?
We’ve a lot of starving faithful
That looks tasty
That looks plenty
This is hungry workTake me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife
Offer me my deathless death
Good God, let me give you my lifeNo masters or kings when the ritual begins
There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin
In the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene
Only then I am human
Only then I am clean
Oh, oh, Amen, Amen, AmenTake me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my life
Take me to church
I’ll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies
I’ll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife
Offer me that deathless death
Good God, let me give you my lifeSource: LyricFind
Songwriters: Andrew Hozier Byrne
Take Me to Church lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Loss and Relief Co-Exist
Lost job
No more
Heart heavy
Betrayed
Wait.
What’s that?
Relief?
Here?
Now?
Loss
And
Relief
Coexist
In a peaceful manner
New beginnings
Await
On being left-handed
Any fellow southpaws out there?
I’ve been thinking about making this post for a while. I’m not going to get super scientific. Just a few facts.
The world is made for right handed people. Left-handed scissors? Crap. I’ve had to teach myself how to use right handed scissors, and now I can’t even use left-handed scissors. Every door knob, handle, appliance is geared for a right handed person. Think about hand crank can openers and feel my pain.
Left-handed people are relatively rare in society. About 10% of the population is left-handed. Even more rare are female lefties. Believe me, when I see a fellow female lefty, I get excited. It doesn’t happen often.
Both of my parents were born left-handed, and both were switched at a young age at school due to the belief at the time that being left-handed was the sign of the devil. In the middle ages, being left-handed was thought to be witchcraft. Luckily, my parents didn’t subscribe to either one of these beliefs and allowed me to be my left-handed self. One of my brothers is left-handed. I’m searching my brain for anyone else in my family who is left-handed and I’m coming up with nobody.
For certain sports, there is an advantage to playing left-handed. In tennis there is a clear advantage. Rafael Nadal is a right- handed person. But he plays tennis left-handed. I’m not very familiar with baseball, but I think there is also an advantage of batting left-handed.
There seems to be genetic differences between being right-handed and being left-handed. Left-handers may have superior verbal skills, but scientists still don’t know. All I know is do not ask me to do math.
You can always see a lefty coming. Ask them to show you their pinky and side of their left hand – the part that touches the paper.
Let me know in the comments if you are also left-handed! 👈
The Call
You get some great, amazingly fantastic news. What’s the first thing you do?
Euphoria
The feeling so full
It can’t be contained
I have to tell Mom
. . .
Inconsolable
Snow Removal
Where can you reduce clutter in your life?
First of all, we need to start with the snow. Declutter it in its entirety.
Tone Deaf
In what ways do you communicate online?
Keyboard communicators
Trying to say something
Innocent or funny
Message not received
Lost in translation
From intent
To perception
Misunderstandings
Disagreements
Explaining
Begets
More misunderstandings
Text is tone deaf
What is wrong with us?
Cincinnati Or Bust
Think back on your most memorable road trip.
Highway miles
Turn to country roads
Take me home
To the place
I belong
Mothman Prophecies
Makes sense
Here
Back to highway
Small towns
One road
Where are the bathrooms?
Hungry
Tired
Small towns branch out
To cornfields
Hundreds of miles
Cornfields
Tucked within is
A small town
Or is it all smoke and mirrors
Giant stadiums
Practice courts
Hotels
Famous faces
Feet emerge from car
Leg Cramps
No time to rest
Set up the interviews
Tomorrow it starts
Anticipation
With the toss of the coin
Heads or tails
Play begins
Game, set, match
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Time Traveling Up Ahead
If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?
I read the prompt suggestion today, and my reaction was, “Meh.” I scrunched up my face and was underwhelmed. So I’m going to break the rules a little bit and use the prompt to springboard (similar to billboard, but not at all) to something I wrote a while ago, and which ties into yesterday‘s prompt.
I’ve heard people say energies can inhabit a place long after a person has passed. It’s general knowledge in the paranormal community that ghosts/spirits can remain in a place, their energies reliving a certain time of their lives, for whatever reason, their presences seen in the same place, enacting the same scene for…ever (or until they have made their peace and move on). Perhaps these times were overwhelmingly happy or devastatingly sad.
What I question is this: is it possible for us “living right now” people to ingrain a happy memory onto a time and place so that others see or “feel” a presence when they are in these places?
As of today, living and breathing, I often pass places where I’ve created happy memories and wonder if anyone near or in those places now can feel the happiness that I helped create and lived once upon a time. In other words, do our living energies imprint our feelings just as spirits are able to when they pass?
I find myself searching specific areas with my eyes, curious if something akin to “The Time-Traveler’s Wife” is possible (horrible film, by the way, but compelling story).
For now, I don’t know. I feel no differently in these places, I see no out of the ordinary phenomena; it’s just me and my memories.
And I cherish them.
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“It's Amy,” I said. 