SoCS: An Acceptable Medium

This past week has fallen in the middle. Somewhere between a sad low and peaceful, playful highs. In the medium category. This past Monday, my beloved fur baby and Queen of the castle, Ziva, crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. She had kidney failure of the kind that could not be fixed and I was not going to let her suffer. So, I let her go, sobbed my heart out, and began to fill the hole with pieces of fond memoriesRead more

Land the Plane, Arrive

To arrive on the other side of pain isolation flying into the sun Find patience   To arrive down river of anxiety stress knotted shorts Breathe, dammit   To arrive across the bridge of fear sadness laying in the mud Ignore angry trolls   To arrive without delay detour roads closed fixing flat tires Avoid potholes   To arrive on land sanity intact clear-headed peaceful in meditation Let go of smelly dung   To arrive on the other side isRead more

Rain on Fleshy Cheeks

Stop Inhale life Exhale sadness Draw in the earthiness of rain It cleanses pavement Soaks into human joy Stop Inhale life Exhale fear Feel the moist tears from heaven On our fleshy cheeks Tears of peace Flooding hearts with calm Stop Inhale life Exhale doubt Allow the rain to wash it Away to the gutter, the sewer Positive thoughts form a puddle In which to stomp and play Stop Inhale life Exhale the unimportant Let go of frivolous everything FindRead more

Grumbles and Yawns

Monday morning comes ’round on the whisper of fleeting darkness It spreads across the horizon in hues of navy and crimson or surrounded by the mist of winter’s fog New life, new breath New work week Monday never knows what joy or sadness or need of coffee it brings It simply is Accepted as a day to start over or cursed by the loss of the past two days Monday is both love and dread Smiles and frowns Monday followsRead more

Sadness at the Hands of the Authorities

Wednesday afternoon will be a tough one for Gibbs and Ziva. Their annual trip to the vet begins around 3:30 pm, dependent on the human’s agile ability to get them into their pet carrier. During this trip, the two will sing the song of their people and stress over the odor of unknown feline and dog butt. The authorities will poke, probe, and weigh the chubby Queen and her svelte court jester. Both will bear the humility of a needle shoved intoRead more

In Seven Hours

Here it lies. The sadness of a Queen. Forlorn Pitiful Hopeless Meow, Meowr, Mew *sigh* Is the bed not soft enough my Empress? Is your blanketed basket no longer held in high esteem? Are there not enough dangling mice in your royal toy chest? Is court jester Gibbs annoying you to no end? Has Christmas ended far too early? Tell me dear Ziva, why the long face? *pause* Meow, Meowr, Mew *sigh* Oh, I see. The kibble. There is none. Your belly isRead more