Sunday, January 20, 2019

Hail to Jots, and doing nothing while leaving nothing undone

 Hey old friend... For you my friend Nearby the owl is crying The family is stricken Suddenly agitated are the pines  Here are the berries The dark purple berries to attract the robins Fly to the meadow Fly to the chicken coop Fly to the pines Fly  Here is the sweet grass the sweet grass  to attract the rabbits Run through the sword ferns Run through the narrow trails Run through the pines Run   We are wrapped in warm blankets Warmth that relaxes the rigors of earthly life Freedom! Freedom! The load is lifted! “Yet to come” say the pines.  -Ma Christopher Kawika Brown ... Mahalo nui loa a pau hiapo i k'ou pu'uwai
Hover over Jots to read the Mele Inoa written .for her.
"The Alaskan town of Talkeetna has a population of 900, so it doesn't require a complicated political structure to manage its needs. Still, it made a bold statement by electing a cat as its mayor for 15 years. Stubbs, a part-manx, won his first campaign as a write-in candidate, and his policies were so benign—no new taxes, no repressive laws—that he kept getting re-elected. What might be the equivalent of having a cat as your supreme leader for a while, Scorpio? From an astrological perspective, now would be a favorable time to implement that arrangement. This phase of your cycle calls for relaxed fun and amused mellowness and laissez-faire jauntiness." - Free Will Astrology

Three summers ago our supreme leader -- Jots, pictured above -- was taken by Coyote. For many years this joy-filled wild cat took us on many great hikes through narrow trails between ferns just beginning to unfurl and kept us, especially me, on those walks until Bracken was shoulder high.

She was all fun and a ferocious hunter; the two were not separate parts of her. Both made her whole and holy. Oh yes, Bird Clans lessened sharply during the decade when she kept watch from porch step of the small golden wagon. For that, I do feel sorrow.

But on this evening when Langley's leader sends out electronic mail to say "High Winds -- Again" and I listen to the roar of traffic because the wagon door gapes open as I write, I consider how much less a wholeness I feel without our cat as our supreme leader.

We could not have kept her very well out here on the prairie front. Coyote roam with such regularity, night after night. Where would she have slept?

Today Pete and I watched old episodes of Pie in the Sky starring Richard Griffiths (now in some restaurant in the sky, along with Jots). I felt a bug had tapped me of my energy; the old 1990's British detective series was just the amusement and entertainment to mellow us out and treat us to wonderful kitchen and cooking segments. If you've never watched this old series and you love a gentler version of detecting, we highly recommended Henry and Margaret Crabbe (the two main characters in Pie in the Sky).

The liminal space is midway between here and there, and so it helps to reckon the attitude that is much like suggested in the Free Will Astrology for me, this week. With Jots in charge, as our supreme leader, no new taxing policies or repressive laws begin now. For 15 years. That would take me well into my 80's. Okay, that would do it.

Hail to Jots! What do you think? Cast a vote for my beloved black cat. Why not.

Once upon a time I wrote stories about my Jots, and called her "Girl Cat" who had a friend named Camelia. That story starts ...


"Sometimes I wish, and sometimes I hope." The two might mean different things I'm not sure. The girl was content to watch the sun warming up her cat. The cat was content to bathe with shadows. It had been too long since sun and shadows kept the two company. The day was quiet except for the ocassional small planes that buzzed the sky with their propelling noises.

"Once I thought that buzz was a bird too big to eat, so of course I figured it was big enough to eat me." Girl Cat was a funny but very practical sort and the thinking she thought out loud were usually the kind that made Camelia laugh or at least smile broadly.

The rest of the story is here, if you'd like to read it To keep reading more of those Jots stories click on the titles found on the sidebar of that blog.

For a time it seems important to commit to the platform of doing nothing while leaving nothing undone.

 "... Sunday night (January 20, 2019), the Moon moves to Leo and into opposition with the Aquarius Sun, the full moon eclipse. This lunation occurs with Mercury nearing the south node in Capricorn, 12th house to the Sun. If you tell someone or something goodbye, it can be pretty permanent. It can also be a mistake. You need to be sure of what you’re saying. Pluto is nearby. Words have power. Be serious, and don’t go off half-cocked, playing for drama. That can be a very Leo Moon thing to do.
It’s not magic. It’s not a big deal because MAGIC. It’s a big deal because it’s emotionally charged and full of drama. People can be generous and forgiving, but wouldn’t it be better if you considered the impact before you need that? If you hear something you’re not thrilled about, consider that as well. There’s much opportunity to get wound up this weekend. For good or ill. For both! It’s a fun weekend! Be wise, and give it all time before you react."

A very Daoist approach, Chinese efficacy, to life, and the Way. The Chinese dragons within me likes the sound and the feel of that. So, I do nothing.

And you?

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