IT'S THE PURR!

PURRS!


My broken ribs are mending. Kat's broken jaw is mending. My fractured foot is still swollen the size of an odd shaped baloon, but it is mending too.

My son finally came out and told his sister and I being authors not in the league of J.K. Rowling, Danielle Steele, and Nora Roberts makes us

failures, and we discovered Hurricane Irene, aptly named after my former mother-in-law and the subesquent torrential rain storms turned our balcony into not just a

swamp, but a breeding ground for mosquitos and gnats.

(See, Chris, there are some good things about being authors glued to our computers...no

bug bites...but oh my poor neighbor. She came over on Friday, pulled her shirt up and showed me her bug devoured back since our bugs, those gestating on our balcony migrate when they can't find our blood s conveniently waiting for them upon emergence.)

All in all it has been a rather trying few weeks.

Our maintenance man, who came out to observe the swamp, listened as we enumerated our issues. (Luckily he understood the bit about seizures since his daughter is in a hospital right now in South Carolina having all kinds of

tests run on her for her newly discovered seizure disorder.)

Frantic about his daughter, and worried about not hopping the next train and heading south, he asked us, when our tales of dubious adventure wound down, how do we keep our sanity and manage to ford ahead?

PURRS...Kat and I answered in unison.

Purrs of unconditional love and affection from the smallest members of our family here at

Casa Casas...(I know...redundant, but Casa means house, and HOMES, or in our case HOLMES is the plural for house...so Casa Casas fits.)

Now that I have no bedframe but two twin mattresses piled onto each other for my bed...(my older than dirt previous mattress, boxspring and frame had digressed to the point the springs were popping through trying to carve ancient

ritual symbols upon my skin.)...These mattresses came at a welcome time...gifts I had not expected.

Moving forward...please forgive my Nudge...when she wants to add to the tale, she butts in takes over and has her say...now that my kitty

Spatz has no hidey holes beneath my bed, she adpated to coming onto this narrower bed, nuzzling that much closer and letting her soporific voice purr and purr until all cares I might have had moments ago, drift away as her purrs

vibrate love and contentment throughout my blood, bone, heart and brain. (Who can stay upset with a kitty bathing you in her unqualified love, trust, and adoration?)

Same with Kat. Mama Bear doesn't just give her loving attention while awake, as these photos show,

Mama Bear is not happy unless her connection with Kat is at all times body-to-body.

So world...no matter how many challenges, hurts, frustrations, and uncalled for misdirections you try to toss our way, you cannot touch us...we have

PURRS...and PURRS are stronger than any negative we must rise above!

Thank you Mama Bear and

Spatz for loving us, cheering us, and adoring us.

You are our

shields against despair.

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THE FAMILY OF BLACK DIAMONDS

Good Morning All.

 

You know Kat and I travel to a different beat than most.

We do not walk the same path the masses walk...not because we feel inferior or superior...we just walk the path that feels right to us.

Every now and then...we get dreams. Some are prophetic...some soul energizing, some the answer to the questions churning inside our souls.

I get these dreams...like my guardians know when I need positive reinforcements.

A lot of them are repeats, which is why I know their purpose. 

 

Since Kat's tumor was removed in June, we've been on a difficult roller coaster.

My dream took me to this incredible three story house. (Each floor is another journey through gifts of love to choose from.)The house is celebrating the love and life of their daughter...or at least that's the interpretation I get.

 

Throughout the place are stations with amazing articles of unconditional love spread out for the taking. You chose the items that speak to your soul, place them in your gift carrier and move on. There's no limit to what you may take.

Each station lifts your spirits just a bit more, and you are not the only one there making choices.

 

I think it is a place where weary souls, dragging from the burdens life has placed upon their shoulders go to be reminded how powerful unconditional love is, humbling and renewing.

Each time I have been there, there is one thing more than anything else that implants in my long term memory to bring back with me when I cross out of sleep.

This time it was the floor tiling. The squares were made from irridescent white marble that sparkle ever so briefly with the power of other colors...and geometric black diamonds creating the design.

 

Upon waking I knew why the tiles stuck with me. Many believe white is the absence of all color, and black the presence of all color, but the truth is white is the composition of the Prime colors, Red, Yellow, and Blue, black is the absence of all colors. (You cannot create a true black by mixing colors...all you'll get is a dark, muddy brown we mistake for black.)

Black diamonds...

We are taught we are sinners with black stains...but we are beautiful despite our imperfect lack of colors and we belong to the irridescent white surrounding us with its perfect radiance sliding its striking color into us at all times...sharing the beauty of perfection and total acceptance.

 

Everyone of you knows there is more to us than traditional approaches suggest, and no matter what we have done, we are those diamonds encompassed on a sea of irridescent white...our true reality.

Each iridescent tile has many of the black diamonds...reminding me that Kat and I are no longer alone but have found all of you. Nothing can ever diminish the magic of that.

In other words we are the Family of Black Diamonds.

I don't know if I explained this all that well...so maybe I should speak of a different dream I had back in the 1980's.

The dream starts with me sitting in the back seat passenger's side of this blindingly white convertible. In the seat before me is a man...he never looks back, but the aura of unconditional love surrounding him, radiating out to me is so powerful I never want to leave him.

We pull up to a dingy place, and I know it is my place...where I must go. No words are spoken, but I cannot remain in the car. Reluctantly I step out and watch with my heart in my feet, the car pull away. Turning, I face the crummy door, dread making my feet drag.

When I open the door I am in a long, lonely hallway. On the ceiling is a ceramic fixture for a lightbulb, but no lightbulb fills the fixture. My heart dips some more.

Wishing I could turn and run after the radiant car, I continue down the hall that empties into a kitchen but a kitchen unlike anything I had ever seen before. The walls are floor to ceiling blue fish tanks with bubbles of brilliant color the only thing within the tanks...except for the tank direclty before me.

There two large, lacy white angelfish live, and as I watch they move closer and closer until they form one large lacy heart. My gasp cannot be heard over the sound of the door opening and this voice...the rich voice saying..."You have much love yet to know in this life. Hang on, Child. Hang On."

Finding Muse and you all, gave me my angel-fish its promise.

Last night before I went to bed, I asked for understanding and help for the bone deep weariness claiming me.