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Posted on 11/30/2007 7:48:14 PM PST by Soaring Feather
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Cats are amazing. Sam let’s me know when cooking’s finished in the kitchen if I’m in another room. She lets me know when the microwave beeps and lets me know when food smells good (which is often when it’s done) and it’s very helpful.
My old kitty was a character, too, he knew the sound of the can opener, back in the days of canned cat food. He knew the sound of my friend’s car motor as well as the sound of that car door closing, his ears would perk as he headed for the door to greet them. Very perceptive critter.
I will ..and more than once.
Well, I am tired so gonna watch some tv and then bed. Rest well everyone.
The more I observe them the more I realize that they are a lot more observant than I am.
oo! ooo! oooo!
This poem just won third place in the IYFanguild 4th Quarter Awards for best poem (I’ve added some notes at the end in case it doesn’t make sense):
Miroku Meditates
Weblike, the strands reach up his arm,
further and further,
numbering his hours
in trails of of black laced shouki.
Sometimes, when he thinks he is all alone,
he rolls up his sleeve
and look at the trail,
the death warrant
creeping towards his heart,
ever nearer.
At those moments,
he lets the feelings of regret roll through him,
the pain of longing
wrapped up in the sound of her warm voice,
the fire in her eyes,
the touch of her strong hand,
and tries not to let his dreams of what might be
with his dark-haired fighter
rip out his heart.
“Life is suffering,” said the Buddha long ago.
Miroku, watching Sango from the corner of his eye
sighs,
and knows the truth about attachment.
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(Backstory: Miroku is slowly dying from a type of supernatural poisoning, which traces a black line from his arm, moving towards his heart. If it reaches his heart, it will kill him. He has a curse on him that will kill him if the poisoning doesn’t kill him first. He’s madly in love with Sango, who is a woman fighter who he travels with. He’s also a Buddhist priest (raised as a monk since childhood, but he’s a man who loves women, maybe too much, nonetheless). If he can break the curse, he hopes to marry his beloved, but it’s still iffy if he’ll live long enough.
Anyway, I was surprised when this piece was nominated, and even more surprised that it placed.
Just goes to show you!
Way to go, really insightful poem, and wonderful that you make such inroads towards the goal you seek.
WOW, Knitting this is so exciting! I am very happy for you!!
Beautiful poem, mysterious! Keep writing. Thanks for sharing this with us.
Off to judge an outdoor dog costume contest in a little while and it's below freezing!
Well, I am off for the day, daughter’s birthday, see ya later.
Okay, bundle up, I am off too. We have about 5” of snow on the ground and it is cold. Weather is going to get real lousy this afternoon, freezing rain, what have you.
Snow is imminent. You got 5”, huh? It’s been too cold too early this season.
Happy daughter’s birthday!!
Sugar frosting on the shrubs. Cute!
I think we might be in for just slush here south of Boston.
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