On this cold and grey day in the great city of Austin, I just wanted to take a moment to be thankful. First, I would like to thank you all for reading, following and commenting. I have received some amazing support and I am so blessed and appreciative. I am going to be revamping my blog and creating new energy for it. I wanted to start by sharing some of my children. On those days when I am so stressed or unhappy, I come home and witness things that are so cute and lovely that nothing can keep me from smiling! These are my two babies that sleep with me every night and make me smile every day! Seeing them like this is amazing too because at first they did not get along very well. Also Christian, the short-haired was not very affectionate or emotive but over the last several months he has come out of his shell and is one of the most loving of my kids now. Love them!
Today you are two years old
Far from the little one I found out in the cold
Now grown up and more sure
Of all your appeal and your Siamese allure
I love your face and you whimsical sounds
when you are in the room my heart abounds
Beautiful and sleek your body comforts me
A lovable baby is all I see
Years ago today I had no clue
Of all the wonderment you could do
You bring a smile to my soul
And gave me my motherly role
Oh Christiano, I do treasure thee
especially on bended knee
When I pick you up and squeeze you tight
You make everything else seem alright
I hope you know how much you are
On this December day when your dad is afar
I’m sure he wishes he was here
To tell you how special and dear
You are to both of us……..
Bon Anniversaire Mon chat, J’taime toujours!
Taking advantage of a rainy, cold and glorious day, I am conjuring my creativity. Breaking from the sounds of my acoustic rendition of Hole, I decided to write some poetry. I am hardly a poetic genius but the catharsis is welcoming. For some reason as I wrote the spirit of Federico Garcia Lorca haunted me, which was also welcoming. The one thing that I always identified with in Lorca’s writing was his expression of dissatisfaction with ourselves and our desire to be something else. His Casida De la rosa bests represents this to me. I also yearn to be something else, someone else. But as I gaze upon all the faces of my children, a sense of true satisfaction overwhelms me. Sure they all have four legs and can not talk, well I take that back my Siamese are more vocal than most humans I know but their love is so pure and unassuming. Some of them are rescues and others I sought out like my Great Dane, Diesel. The common thread is our unconditional and reciprocal love. They do not care if I miss the high note or they have heard the same guitar part a hundred times in a row, 90 of them poorly I’m sure 😉 They just enjoy the camaraderie and I appreciate that because on this Sunday afternoon as water makes highways down the window glass and I am reading Spanish poetry to them, we are all exactly where we want to be. So I am going to invoke Lorca and write my own ode, an ode to my animal family.
The Siamese a.k.a Winston Theodore Barrington and Christian St.James-
Ocean hued eyes inquire curiously
paws passively kneading my legs
as meows whisper commands
the sophistication of seal point colored fur
disguises mischievousness and vigor
one the incarnation of a Tibetan monk
the other a truly neoteric soul.
Both my bedtime Saviors.
The Dogs a.k.a Tamale (Chihuahua) Baby Girl (miniature Schnauzer) and Diesel (Great Dane)
The tiger-striped beast softly calls out for my affection
his giant body foreign only to himself
as he attempts to lay in my lap,
the Schnauzer peers at me with her keen German eyes
if only to dictate my next move
she is the enforcer
complex and intricate
she craves attention and you will obey
and then the pint-sized spazz
her charm emanates from her craziness
excitement constantly excreting from her pores
as she dances endlessly around the den.
Beautiful creatures illuminating light.
The Bad Boy and the Huntress a.k.a Romeo (solid black cat) and Isabella (tortoise cat)
Isabella is no belle
she needs and wants nothing from you
her only joy is the hunt
she is the empress of the woods
Artemis worships her
strong, sleek and beautiful as she slaughters her prey
meanwhile her companion, the lover lounges lackadaisically
his bright jade eyes piercing her armor
his only desire is to love and the occasional playtime session
the shine of his ebony body entices a touch
and his intimidating claws warn,
that his is just as adept at war as love
but will always prefer the latter.
Two opposites that collided and intertwined.