
Odilon Redon, “The Apparition,” [Public Domain] Wikipedia Commons
Could, can, we celebrate–
see the magic of fire-red sky
and perfumed ocean breeze?
Would, will, stars dazzle
or haunt the night in if?
When is always?
And how did, does,
time go like a soft laugh
from an open window–
and all the words breathe who and this
and almost were
here
remembering secret voices,
wild ghosts, joy
It’s been a strange couple of days, and I was almost afraid to– but I consulted the Oracle. I shouldn’t doubt that she always knows.
You’re right, the message is almost the same, but yours is brighter, more hopeful. Admittedly, if she’d given me a cheerful message this morning I doubt I’d have heard it π
My mom’s in the hospital, and daughter has two pets (dog and cat) in the animal ER. They got into the pain medicine for her other dog, who recently had surgery. Lots of plans cancelled or on hold. So, I guess the Oracle knows how I’m feeling, and is giving me some hope, too. π
Sending thoughts to you and your mother. And your daughter tooβshe has accident prone four-legs by the sound of it!
Thank you!
Yes–her four-legged friends certainly are. It’s the puppy they’ve been worrying about though, not the other two.
It’s the sock-eater isn’t it?
The sock-eater is the puppy, who just had surgery on her knee. She was just healed from surgery on her other knee. She’s crated when they’re out. Older dog and cat tore open the meds while we were all at daughter’s school watching her students in the musical she directed.
They sound like wild children. I bet some kids get crated, we just don’t hear about it.
That made me laugh. They’re not wild when people are around. I guess they just get into mischief when they’re alone. π
Like the memes of dogs surrounded by toilet paper and cats stuck in the venetian blinds.
Yes–though both could apply to our cats. π
Our cats are models of behaviour. Ninnie is in a world of her own where toilet paper and socks don’t exist and what Trixie gets up to outside is nobody’s business but her own. Finbar makes up for them both in the stupid stunt department.
I guess the cats rule here–I didn’t make the bed yet because they’re both sound asleep on it. Tough life. π
Ha ha! That happens often here. I say ours are models of behaviour. That’s probably because we don’t dare do anything that they don’t like.
Hahaha. Much easier for everyone. π
Cushions on the dining table because cats like to sleep where they’re not supposed to…
. . .Soft lap desk that became a cat bed when daughter brought it home from college. It lives on table by the window now. We call it the little pink bed.
We have one of those in orange but daughter keeps it hidden. Black cat hair is very noticeable π
The little pink bed is often covered in white hair and has to be vacuumed. π
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There’s also a basket in the dining room in front of a window that’s a cat bed. When they were kittens, the boys shared it, but now sometimes they fight over it.
Trixie doesn’t let the other one get too close to her either. I’m not sure she accepts that Ninnie’s actually a cat.
I think many cats believe they are a unique species of one. But not mine. But I also think my Ricky believes that I am so weird type of cat. π
Trixie just despises the rest of the planet. Speaking of cats, our Ninnie had an adventure last night. Just posted it.
I just read it. π
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Merril β¦ strength to all.
Thank you.
I’m sorry your plans are put on hold, Merril. I’ll be thinking of you and your family.
Thanks so much, Jill!
All good wishes for your mother Merril and the 4 pawed -. Hopefully the Oracleβs wisdom brings you comfort.
Thank you very much, Susan. I appreciate your kind words.
Sorry to hear about your mom and your daughter’s four-legged babies. Sending you love and positive thoughts. The poem is soothing and hopeful. The Oracle can be kind. β€
Aww–thank you very much, Marie!
Amazing and beautiful!
Thank you very much, Holly! π
Itβs only the truth! π€
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Sorry to read your comments about the last couple of days. I wish everyone well
Thank you very much, Derrick. Much appreciated.
Magic of the Oracle
The light of the breeze.
The perfume of the stars.
With her many voices,
breathing her soft laugh,
she dazzles as she celebrates.
Always, if we listen.
A definite a calm voice amidst the unknown.
Thank you, Frank.
I wish I had an oracle! Lovely. Happy Mother’s Day, Merril!
Thank you very much, Luanne!
The Oracle is there for everyone. π
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This one leaves me breathless…(K)
Thank you so much! π
There are days where things just don’t go according to play or we are left in waiting. Much enjoyed this, Merril.
And hope all works out with your mom and your grand-pups!
Thank you, Dale! The Oracle knows. π
Mom’s still in the hospital, but seems better today. Daughter’s dog and cat (it was teamwork!) came home, but then dog had to go back to the hospital. . .
Well then, my best wishes continue to be sent their way!
Thank you! β€
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This is beautiful. I’m glad the Oracle brought you some hope, and I hope that things have been working out okay for your family.
Thank you very much. Mom is still in the hospital but seems better today. She’s 96 though. . .