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“Poem” Pause: Being By a Cat

Nothing grounds me like a poem. Nothing. It brings me to life right where I am. Crossing the gulf of today’s #DailyDose is not a task too tall. It is paw by paw focus.

as the cat
climbed over
the top of

the jamcloset
first the right
forefoot 

carefully
then the hind
stepped down 

into the pit of
the empty
flowerpot.

(William Carlos Williams, “Poem”)

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity a dose at a time. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.

A Possum in the Moonlight

It was the waning hour of the moon, not yet dawn, as feline EmmaRose (ER) and I watched a possum forage in the moonlight, meticulous in its food selection.

It is not the first time we have watched but such viewings are increasingly rare.

The time of in-between, as night becomes morning, can be restless hours but not so this day. Perhaps it is the possum’s focus that stills us.

ER sits a window sill and I abed. Contentment reigns on either side of the window.emma-meditating-0313

When the possum leaves our viewing area, ER yawns and exits her window in favor of her cat food bowl. Within seconds, I hear the familiar crunch, crunch.

Influenced by the possum or simply hungry? I will never know.

Both ER and the possum move into what comes next without hesitation. They just know.

I am content in my moonlight viewing yet without ER or the possum, thoughts distract. Sentient we are yet our sentience is not the same.

Neither ER nor the possum struggle with being present. I move into the next moment stuck in the last. What do I miss by not being present? I will never know.

Every moment is the new now, opening into an experience yet to be explored. It is the only way of being that ER and the possum know.

The new now is the hour between moonlight and dawn, drawing one into the other. There is no catching up, there is only being.

As Rumi says, “The moon won’t use the door, only the window.” And as I watch its light fade into the lifting darkness, I meet the new dawn. There seems a bit more joy in it.

But then, there really is something about watching a possum stroll by the light of the moon.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page. 

Finding the Familiar

As aging beings, feline EmmaRose and I are forgoing the way we once lived. More and more, our bodies surprise. Less and less is there any choice involved.in-her-sun-0413

It feels as if we are living a routine of no routine, easier for me to accept than for EmmaRose (ER).

Always, she lives in the moment— I can only aspire—that I appreciate if not readily accept impermanence may be an advantage.

Regardless, it is our breath, that “fundamental unit of risk” taking us into one experience and out of another. For ER, breath is a no-brainer.

I, on the other hand, either open myself to what is occurring or attach to a related thought often involving finance, relationship, security, or all three.

It is ER’s mindfulness that brings me back to the moment, taking myself out of me and into a broader experience. The “what ifs” dissipate in favor of focus.

Increasingly, ER is uncertain of her surroundings or what it was that brought her into the next room. I know the feeling. Most of the time, I shrug and give up without concern, as ER once did.

Now, she continues to wander unless I help her to return to the familiar. Some days, I find it for both of us.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is. You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page. 

Looking Through Relationship

Ours is to co-exist with everything else, even with the insect in the room.

watching 0314There are times I escort bugs and insects to the world outside our windowpane. Perhaps, some return or it is a look-alike bug or insect. Nonetheless, I return them to the other side of the pane.

Theirs is a fragile world, terrifyingly transient, but still, life at full throttle. They meet the moment whether coming or going, going or coming….

EmmaRose puts her paw on my arm—my cue to look through the windowpane— at an armadillo, a rabbit, a possum.

We meet today.
We will meet again tomorrow.
We will meet at the source every moment.
We meet each other in all forms of life.

Thich Nhat Hanh

We value the richness of relationship, are protective of its boundaries. We like the windowpane between us and them. We are not comfortable with all forms of life, having not yet mastered the ease of coming and going.

Aim for Even posts offer equanimity in daily doses. No day or dose is ever the same, even if the aim is.  You may read about the origins of Aim for Even here or on this site’s About page.