I used to ride along sometimes with my friend on his newspaper route through NJ and NY. One day, while sitting in traffic, there was a truck in front of us with a picture of Jesus. In this picture, Jesus was holding his shirt open, exposing his heart. The heart was shouting out rays of light. That was so many years ago, yet, I still remember this picture.
Love. Living in and through the heart. Love is one of those mysteries of life. It is irrational. Living through love is actually revolutionary. It is not something that can be controlled, boxed in and regulated. I can't answer why I love someone. Can you? I can like someone and not love them. I can love someone and not like them. I cannot like or love someone particularly, yet I can love their divine nature no matter how covered over it may be.
Wayne Dyer says to repeat the word love as a constant mantra. It becomes like music in the background. We can direct and train our subconscious in this way. We can raise our own vibrations! Spring is coming. Everything is popping up. I will cultivate this and help the grass grow!
I am so excited that I have reached the ripe age of 70. My first professional art teacher at the Arts Students League in NYC was 81. He was doing his best work. I wanted to be like him. His eyes sparkled, his presence was commanding. He was much younger than my parents who were in their 40s at that time. Whatever he was doing, I wanted to do it.
Now that I am 'elderly', everything has come into perspective. Things that bothered me no longer bother me. I sleep when I want. Eat when I want. Basically, I feel very free.
The problem is, no one, absolutely no one wants to hire me, not even for a part-time job. I've just thrown away a 4" pile of places I have applied to.
In response to all this, I have decided to start a new campaign: Old Lives Don't Matter. I would like to enlist the aid of veterinarians to offer euthanasia for anyone who wants it. We are animals after all. We 'put down' our pets! Also local animal shelters are welcome to enlist. If the expense is too much, there are online suppliers of euthanasia drugs. DIY is very popular and this may be a viable alternative.
Also, no need to request cremation. Just toss the bodies somewhere for fertilizer.
Baby just passed over the rainbow bridge this full moon. He was an old cat with lots of gray hair. If you've seen the panther on ads, that is what he looked like. Elegant. Sleek. He looked like a mini panther.
He'd been living in the complex many years. Not a house cat. Missy, a calico, was his companion. They'd come around every morning to get fed. Baby would let Missy eat first while he patiently waited till she finished. One day, Missy didn't show up; she had been run over by a car. We all take care of our neighborhood cats and so it was a sad day.
Not long after, my cat Fatty passed. Baby noticed. He moved in. The next day, his friends came over and we had a cat wedding. The cats all came round and played and celebrated Baby's good luck. He finally found his human and had a home. Of course, he went daily to his friend's home to eat, sleep and hang out when he was not here with me.
At one time on his journey, he was the neighborhood cat police. Top cat. No other cats could join the gang unless he let them. He fiercely guarded his territory. At home, my two indoor pets gave him respect. When he was in his spot on the couch/bed, they went somewhere else. When he was eating, they ate in their own area.
Baby had a terrible tooth infection which was treated almost continuously. When he felt well, he jumped around, played with his toys, was affectionate. But when he was unwell and taking medicine, he just slept in his spot behind the couch and did nothing else.
This last month, he wasn't responding to medicine. He had difficulty breathing, too. With a heavy heart, I sent him off on the next part of his journey. I miss him.
Her eyes tearing up
The elder AARP representative
With dyed thinning red hair
"There's no room at the inn"
There's no money here
There's no help
Your only option is to die
And do it quickly
Dedicate your body to science
There are no funds to bury you
At least you will serve
A purpose then
Writing and art are my passions!