FW1 and FW2 are identical twin black and white tom cats. When they were babies they had no sense of fear or danger, still don't really. Being identical twins its almost impossible to tell who is who unless they are together.FW1 is a little bigger than his brother. As felines this dynamic duo are a pair of klutzes, you have to make sure all the decks are clear of breakables with these two about. Other than their clumsiness the FW boys are charming characters and know they are adorable. FW1 is more chatty and forward of the two and has no qualms of letting the human know it is a meal time and to get on with it. FW2 on the other hand is a little more patient, well that is not saying he is the patient type, what cat is? The FWs sleep on my wardrobe or on the couch if there is a human about. Their favourite treat is an oaty fruit biscuit which they will share between themselves. Basically they hang out together and with Sharky and Dali. The four have grown up together and are incredibly close.
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Friday, 19 October 2007
And It's Goodnight From Me - FW1 and FW2
600 Seconds at Lunch - I don't like to be alone because...
Hm I really can not complete that sentence, not in anyway that would be honest and truthful. I am one of those odd ball people who relishes solitude and being alone. I enjoy my own space, I crave it almost to the point of lusting after it at times, and on my own is how I work best. Even if I am doing life art I tend to work from photos after the initial pose session. I like my studio space quiet, its my creative space and I get resentful if people intrude on that. When I am writing its the same, I like quiet and need to be left alone to get on with it. The quickest way to kill creativity for me is someone wittering on in background trying to take my attention from my work. My work matters to me. I do not care if it is meaningless to anyone else, it is important to me. Needlessly demanding my attention when I am working gets me frustrated and angry. Obviously if it is an important thing I drop what I am doing, other than that no, I have to be disciplined and get on with it. I do not really enjoy chatting about nothing, actually I hate that. What wise doof invented the curse of my life, the cell phone? So all lone time can now be invaded by some spanner who thinks they have a right to my time. Thank goddess for the silent ring tones and off buttons are such a blessing!!!
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Morning Pages - All acts of love are sacred to the goddess
We are not talking sex here since when has that had anything to do with anything other than lust and desire, its certainly not about love. Acts of love are the things that empower the people we love to fulfill their full potential. Its a mother nurturing her children, a brother standing up for his sibling, a friend supporting a friend through a bad time. Its the things we do for those we care about because we care not because we expect praise or thanks. These are the acts that truly glorify the goddess, bring her love to shine on us, that love is divine so the acts that bring Her to us are indeed sacred.
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Thursday, 18 October 2007
And It's Goodnight From Me - Ceefer
Ceefer is my little princess cat, and very much my baby girl. She is a chirpy, chatty and cheeky little moggie. More like a monkey than a cat she likes to sprawl across my shoulders, thankfully she is a little mog. I think that is her way of keeping me still and getting her mummy time. Ceefer always shares my morning banana , she leaves the Rocket Fuel coffee alone thankfully. She is scatty cat enough without caffeine and gaurana sending her ballistic. Ceefer tries to keep the younger cats in order, they of course ignore Miss Dinky Bossy Boots. Ceefer sleeps on my bed or behind the tumble dryer if it is on. She is a chatterbox, chirping away to anyone who will listen. She does not have a meow just a cheerful chirp. Ceefer's best cat friends are Stripe and Morgana.
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And Its Goodnight From Me - Kanga
Kanga named after another AA Milne character, is a stoic grey/white Burmese tom cat. A totally cool dude mog. Kanga would give the Fonz a run for his money on the cool stakes. Each morning he takes his place at the foot of my bed as I get up. Yep my bed is a mass of cat when I get up, they all come in and find their own spots to say 'good morning'. Who am I kidding its the cat nip they want. Kanga loves his cat nip, and he likes a fuss too when the other cats are not looking of course. A cool cat has his reputation to consider. Kanga does not, walk or run - he struts, nothing would make him run that is so not cool. He hangs out with Feather or Ferret when he is not sleeping or strutting that is.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - Does love exist?
I believe we all have a profound emotion which we claim is this thing called love. I also believe in the powers of love that come from the deities. Do I believe in the popular idea of hearts, flowers and cottages with pink roses growing round the gate? Hell No! OK i am in no way shape or form a romantic, I actually detest all that malarkey. I am not a huggy, kissy, touchy, feely person. Does that mean I am unable to feel love? I do not think so, and if love is all that clinging to each other crap I will be living without it quite happily anyway. Love is letting someone be themselves. Love also starts with the self, and that means letting yourself be yourself. That is a tough cookie, so many people have pre-conceived notions of how they should be. I am by no means perfect and I do not want to be. Perfection allows no room for growth. Love allows for a person to grow. to not do so is to smother and suffocate the essence of a person. Love is letting someone be free to fulfill their destiny, even if one is not part of it.
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Morning Pages - Create a mythical creature that lives in a petrol pump
Have you ever wondered, as you stand there filling your car with fuel, just how the petrol gets from the underground tanks to your car? Well, my friend, wonder no more, inside every petrol pump resides not computer chips and other techy junk but an Essell. A creature made purely of gas, on a hot day you can smell it as you fill your car, and you thought that was just petrol fumes! If you are lucky and catch a glimpse of the Essell, out of the corner of your eye, the gas is in takes the form of a large cat. Stripes of cloudy vapour, a gaseous tiger, and there you thought 'Put a tiger in your tank' came from some advertising executive's marketing ploy. Oh no that urban myth is very real. The ethereal Essell works its wonders spiriting petrol from the storage tanks under your feet to the fuel tank of your vehicle. All that effort just for you? No of course its not for the mere humans, as always we are just a side issue in the feline agenda. The object of the Essell's attentions is the kitten that purrs seductively into life every time you turn the key in the ignition. Next time you press your foot down on the gas pedal at the garage listen out for the roar as Essell meets kitten.
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Tuesday, 16 October 2007
600 Seconds at Lunch - What do you do when you feel stuck
When life gets in the single lane I have learned to mentally back away, if I cannot physically do so. OK it doesn't often give me a solution, but it does give me breathing space and grounding to myself which in turn makes me more able to focus and make progress. In a way that is a solution as not all problems are solved by radical solutions or in exactly the way we want them to be. Maybe what we want is not right for us at that time anyway. I may know myself better than anyone else but like anyone else I do not always know what is right for me. Invariably if I get into stuck situations I have made some naff choices that are just not right for me.
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Morning Pages - My Three Wishes
Apart from the usual world peace, a solution to poverty and hunger, love, health and wealth as everyone and the pet mouse wants, its wishes not all out miracles. My first wish is for my boys, and yes its an impossible one. I wish they are happy in life and never feel the pain of betrayal or the hurt of denial. I know we all do at some point, so maybe I should alter the wish so that they have the strength and courage to face the bad aspects of life. So yes my first wish is my boys are happy in life, but strong and brave when its not so good. Wish two is an end to cruelty in the world, not just to animals, but to our planet too. The tree hugger in me speaks again. And a final one Mr Genie, for a change give yourself something huh? Use your wish granting powers to do what you want. I have a feeling things do not work that way somehow.
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Monday, 15 October 2007
And It's Goodnight From Me - Ashley
Ashley is a Burmese grey grand mama cat. She came to us unloved and unwanted, totally abandoned. She is so beautiful how could anyone not want her. To begin with she was un-trusting and cautious and who can blame her. Now Ashley has the love and security she so desperately needed she has become a loving and affectionate lady. A matriarch of our cat community she watches over the other cats with the benevolent eyes of a granny, Don't be fooled if anyone steps out of line she will reprimand with a firm paw and a stern word. With Smudge she runs the pride even the old lion grand pappy Patch knows his place and when to just shut up.
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Morning Pages - What we have here is a failure to communicate
I am terrible for not saying things to avoid causing another person offence. Of course, I should not go around offending everyone, that would be totally wrong, but sometimes we have to, and should be, open with our feelings, especially when it comes to love relationships. Part of any loving relationship is being able to communicate freely, we all need to listen and be heard too. If we do not share the issues causing any problems they just bigger and eventually totally insoluble. Communication is one of the things that helps keep any relationship solid.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - When I think about jealousy...
This has got to be one of the most destructive emotions in existence. I have no doubt it touches us all at some point in life. In most cases we get over it and get on with our lives. To allow jealousy to control and take over life is dangerous. It blinds us to reality and rationality. If its related to another person we not only hurt ourselves but the other person too. It also effects those around us and that other person too. More often than not jealousy is unfounded and irrational. So what if an ex has moved on, how you deal with that says heaps about you. Jealously is based on ones on low self esteem and insecurities.
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Friday, 12 October 2007
And Its Goodnight From Me - Dali
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600 Seconds at Lunch - I am Always Proud of My Children For ...
My boys are my pride and joy. I am so proud of how they are young men who have learned to be true to themselves. That means more than anything in the world to me. My own mother was one of those people who used those emotionally blackmailing words, If you loved me... I swore I would never love my boys conditionally. My love for my sons is absolutely unconditional. I want them to be happy to be themselves and not live their lives for their mother as I have for too many years. Its been a painful heartbreaking time learning to live for me and be happy with who I am. I will never put my beloved boys through that. They mean too much too me to be that cruel.
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Morning Pages - Not Such an Ill Wind After All
I am sure everyone has experienced the feelings that something can bring nothing but wrong or bad. Often these instincts are right. On the occasions they are not it is a wonderful feeling discovering something is not as bad as we thought it would be.
When you think you are entering a closed tunnel, that relief is finding out you have options you did not realise existed. Worry and stress are at best an inconvenience at worst dangerously unhealthy. For me I found yoga and organic living at a time I was in suicidal depression and diabetes was causing me major health problems. What had I actually done wrong, I had stopped caring about and making time for me. Yoga gives me my space, a change to an organic diet has allowed me to taste food and enjoy it. I have somehow dropped several stone in weight - I am not eating a slimming diet. Yes I feel better for that and my diabetes is back under my control instead of it controlling me. I ain't complaining any.
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Tuesday, 9 October 2007
And It's Goodnight From Me - Sharky
As Sharky is sat with me right now I am taking the sledge hammer hint that he thinks it is his turn to be star of the page. At six months old Sharky is turning into a fine young gentleman. He is a smartly turned out cat, his black suit has a flash of white on the chest and his tail a snowflake tip.Very much a snuggle puss he likes nothing more than to curl up tight against a human thigh or on a human lap. That doesn't stop him playing with his mates Dali and FW1 and 2. Their favourite game is cat football, normally played in the early hours of the morning.Many a night I get woken by the four chasing a ball across the laminated floor. Right now is not match time and and Sharky is resting his chin on my thigh, he loves his fuss. And if I forget he nuzzles the paper and if I ignore that he chases the pen. Determined little cat he is, and he knows what he wants and just how to get his own way. Sharky is a bit of a telly addict especially liking to flop out and watch Matt Hayes fishing. I am sure they are just waiting for him to land a nice tasty tuna fish.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - What things have you desired and then received?
Oh this prompt brings back the day my baby dog came to live with me. I love dogs and had been in my first home about three months. It so did not feel like home without a dog. All my life I had been surrounded by dogs, cats, rabbits, and various other cute furries and feathereds. Every week I would visit the dog rescue centre, hoping that special dog would be there. Then after several visits there s he sat, a 6 month old puppy dog, and our eyes met and I knew I had found that special little dog. I think she knew too. Taking Riz home I had expected a few rough w eeks as she settled in. That didn't happen. Instead she made herself at home straight away. the fleecy lined dog bed never got used, her bed was on mine with me. Riz was a gentle, loving dog and so very loyal. I could not have wished for a better canine friend.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - I love the colour...! It reminds me of....
I love the colour blue above all other colours. I love it in all its shades from the palest baby blue to the darkest navy. For me it is a peaceful, calming colour. Blue brings me images of sweet peas, irises, beautiful freesias and morning glory. Beautiful blooms each and every one but for me but with my love of fairies flowers instantly connect me with the fairy world. Thus blue keeps me calm but also sends me diving for my pencils and paints and now my pen as I hope to write fairy too sometimes, Blue is my muse colour I guess. I am a self confessed tomboy so its also more macho than the dreaded girly pink.
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Morning Pages - What is Silbury Hill?
Legend, and there is many legends surrounding Silbury Hill, would have it that it is the last resting place of King Sil, buried on the back of a golden horse. Being a king he would have been buried with grave good that reflected his royal status too.
Then there is the local legend that says the devil had a shovel of earth with which he was going to bury the town Marlborough. He was stopped on his journey by a cobbler or priest (opinions vary) who somehow convinced the devil dropped his shovel of earth. Thus Marlborough was saved and Silbury Hill was formed.
As a Pagan, Silbury Hill is symbolic of the Mother Goddess and this particular view with the rising moon is even more poignant. Two great Goddesses gracing us with their glorious presence. Sisters in union, as we should also be. Unlike many Pagans and tourists I have no great desire to cause further damage to this most precious monument left by the Ancients by climbing her. My destiny is already in the hands of the deities I do not need to dance on one to prove that.
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Monday, 8 October 2007
And It's Goodnight From Me - Pepe
Pepe is a long-haired white cat with black ears and bum patch and tail. An elegant and dandy tom cat. Like his name sake Pepe le Pew he has style, class and panache, a regular sophisticated gentleman. With a graceful saunter he wanders in for his kibble, normally with his buddies, the four mouseketeers, Aramis, D'artagnan, Porthos and Athos. Pepe would be a designer label nut, YSL more than likely. His sleep place is in the bedding, cat bedding naturally, drawer under my bed, tho he will grace the humans with his regal presence when the catnip comes out. Pepe loves his steamed chicken and rice supper too. Simple pleasures maybe, but his dapper ways enhance all his habits. Pepe my sophisticat, as I write is sat across from me looking elegant as he watches my pen move on the paper but he is far to well mannered to chase it.
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Morning Pages - What did you do last time money was burning a hole in your pocket?
Yeah that is such a common occurrence for a breaking artist... NOT!!! As an artist if I do have a few extra pennies in my jeans (artists ain't worth money till they die) I tend to have a spend out at my favourite art store, 'Inkspot'. Maybe some Derwent watercolour pencils to use in my art journals, so much more convenient to carry than tubes of paint, brushes etc for sketching off the cuff they are brilliant, all I need is my pad and pencils. If I don't need any art kit, yeah like that is so rare, then I go to my second passion of books and hit the resale book store hunting for the unusual and research material, and of course that is so very expensive too. Last time I found some sweet little fairy books, one for each season, very old and so very pricey but hey it is fairy stuff... do I care!!!!
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Sunday, 7 October 2007
And It's Goodnight From Me - Patchy Boy
Patches arrived at our house three years ago along with Ashley. He is a tabby and white tom cat, that is tom cat he would like to remind everyone he is male. Patches had the misfortune of being called 'Hermione' by his previous humans and even now he can still be a little camp. He is a very affectionate saggy old lump of a mog. Patches co-owns Paul with Tigger but is certainly not as aloof. He likes to chat away to the human staff from his grandiose station on top of the fridge, chirping and meowing till the cows come home. As the granddaddy of our cat community he as absolute no control whatsoever over the younger mogs, preferring to curl up on or in my bed for hours and only moving when he hears the kibble hit the dishes. Then he will swagger out with a nonchalant look on his face barely acknowledging the human servants putting out the meal. In patches opinion the only good human is the hot water bottle variety.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - What was your favourite subject at school? Why?
My favourite subject at school, oh good an easy topic for a change!!!! At primary school I loved English as it meant books, books and more books and I loved art cos I could make and get into a right mess without getting a telling off. Oh how simple my pre-adolescent brains was. My primary English teacher, Mrs Roberts (I think) introduced me to the worlds of fantasy over a term of daily story times reading CS Lewis' 'The Lion, The Witch and The Wardrobe' and for that I am truly grateful. My life without Narnia, Middle Earth and Discworld is something I cannot and do not want to imagine. Harry Potter and his friends at Hogwarts encouraged my own sons to read. Fantasy fiction may be escapism but without it reality would be hell.
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Morning Pages - Public Schools are Better in Most Ways than Private
As a former boarding schoolgirl I would not change the education and schooling I had. Discipline was a strong point in my school and I needed that. OK I probably did not wholeheartedly agree with that when I was on the receiving end of a cane, I have no doubt it was quite the opposite if I remember right. Now I have a strong sense of self discipline which I need in my life. On an academic level I left school with 12 high grade 'O' levels, GCSE did not exist back then and 3 pretty good 'A' levels, none of which I have ever used. Like most people I hated the school regime when I was there, let's face it we only realise just how wonderful being young is when the grey hairs set in and the bits that once were perky and firm give in to gravity and sag a bit. For me to argue that private education is better than public I would have to have knowledge of both, I do not. I am not a teacher so I do not know if it is better or worse for them. I am sure I was pretty horrendous as a school girl judging by the number of times I met with discipline but I guess I would have been anyway. To be honest I do not think it makes that much of a difference, a child who has the desire to learn will do so no matter what type of schooling. Would I still have the same moral outlook and self discipline, probably most of that is my inherited genetic code.
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And It's Goodnight From Me - The Tortoiseshell Girls
Topaz and Roo are our two tortoiseshell cats, almost identical, no surprise as Roo is Topaz's daughter. Topaz is Ashley's daughter, but that is neither here nor there and I doubt Ashley wishes to be reminded she is a grandmama. Tortoiseshells are beautiful patchworks of colour cats, the female equivalent of the much maligned ginger tom.Topaz and Roo are very close, unusual for a pair of queens, but more often and not they are found together. They like to sleep in warm places, the top of the tumble dryer is their favourite spot. Topaz has a sweet tooth and her favourite treat is Lindt chocolate, yes she has expensive tastes and an eye for quality. Roo on the other hand is a little more down to earth and prefers her catnip buttons. Both have a liking for beaten egg and goats milk shake too. The tortoiseshells are classy ladies, elegant and serene in both their movement and ways.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - How much would you sacrifice to save an animal?
Is the animal a pet, an endangered spieces? What is meant by the word save? A beloved pet suffering is not an easy time. Just how much do you force the poor animal to endure pain and suffering just to keep it alive? We are responsible of caring for our pet and ensuring they live a happy and fulfilled life. When they get old, sick or injured they cannot tell us exactly how bad it is or where it hurts. We and the vets have to evaluate whether enduring treatment is helping or hindering our beloved pet. For me this is a raw and sensitive issue as a year ago I had to make that decision I had been dreading for sometime. My much loved baby dog and best friend suffered a series of nasty strokes. For a week she battled on, trying to give me some hope all would be OK. But I knew, I had to say stop. At 21 years old she was an aged dog and I couldn't in all conciousness let her suffer endless tests in vain. So I asked the vet to stop and help her pass away, stop her pain. My beautiful dog went to sleep one last time in my arms. This time she couldn't lick my tears away. Yes I miss her so very much and I hurt like hell, but she will always be with me in my heart and I know my Rizzy is in a better place free from pain and suffering as she so deserves to be. I love and miss you so much my baby dog xxx always.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - Talk About Animals
The Cat
Sleek and elegant,
Full of grace,
Yeah right,
Not so at our place.
Loner cats are,
They say, aloof,
Ours are friendly
Always acting the goof.
Our feline babies
Each and everyone
Spoilt Oh Yes
But so full of fun
Smudge came first
Followed by Ash and Patch
Three lovely cats
We mad quite a catch
Five years on
Our home is a feline domain
The rule of mog
Long may it reign
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Saturday, 6 October 2007
Morning Pages - Write a Paragraph in Which Every Word Begins With a Vowel
Early each afternoon Emma entered into an empty aviary. An eagle owl asleep in as artificial eerie, eyed inactively above, Emma's actions. Easily Emma adjusted and improved ooze and ordure off overgrowth uses as an etage.
Yuck!! What sadistic bastard came up with that one. And was there any point. Well it made me scream if that was indeed the purpose. And no Mr Promptwriter (has to be a man that one) you have not scared me off writing, just given me a vent to rant at. Serves you bloody well right too. Keep 'em coming baby, if you think you are tough enough!
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And It's Goodnight From Me - The First Cat, Smudge
Smudge is a sleek black cat with a white smudge on her nose and white sox. I got her for Andy when he was laid up after the RTA and she is still devoted to him. Smudge had a canine friend in Riz and has adopted her protective nature towards her chosen human. Maybe not as loyal as a dog, unless the human is dishing up cat kibble, then cupboard love sets in. Smudge is not a social butterfly and is selective with the company she keeps. When Ashley and Patch arrived she decided Patch was cool to be with and its only now she has even begun to acknowledge Ashley's existence. Smudge is a strutty cat and wiggles those feline hips with her tail held high. Such a snob for a humble street cat. Smudge humble never!!!
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600 Seconds at Lunch - Create a Story Around a Family Event
The family event I am going to share is our family reunion. We are a ghastly bunch of genealogists and every two years or so we all meet up, see who is newly hatched and whose been dispatched, catch up with members who we do not see, and to share family research updates.
The last big party was August just gone and as I usually do I paired up with Mitch, my cousin/twin. Mitch and I are extremely close being born three days apart, I am the oldest just, so we grew up together, went to school together and left them a path of chaos behind us, we still do that. More like sisters should be really.
Anyway I digress as usual, we got to London on the Saturday morning and met up with the our cousins David, and real twins Steve and Sean. The gang of five nonconforming tree huggers complete, our cousin Graham would have been the sixth reprobate in our motely crew but he now lives in Queensland, Australia. We all arrive at the venue, denim clad, much to the shock horror of our respective mothers, the fours witches of north, south, east and west, huddled together without a cauldron.
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Wednesday, 3 October 2007
Morning Pages - Viva the Bolshoi
For all my tom boy ways and attitudes I love watching the ballet. I love art, I guess, in all its forms. Yesterday I had the pleasure and delight of watching the Bolshoi perform 'Swan Lake'. OK it was on the TV but that is one of the bonuses of having channels dedicated to the arts. At last some of what is considered elitist arts are available for people like me who love them but but do not always have the opportunity of seeing the live versions. Art should be freely available to everyone who wishes to enjoy it. It should never have become something kept only for those with wealth or a Oxbridge degree. Art has the magic something that unites the classes brings different cultures and traditions together. Through art we can capture the sensations of vision, hearing and sometimes touch and taste to life. We learn abut history and maybe understand the present better. Maybe we even learn a little tolerance and compassion. The arts can capture emotion and hold it until the eye brings it to life. Maybe it helps us to better understand love, lust, hatred, fear and other powerful feelings. Maybe it helps us to begin to learn from them. I do not know I am an artist not a psychologist.
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Tuesday, 2 October 2007
And Its Goodnight From Me - Little Nipper
Nipper is a cute kitten, soft furred, black and white. We had to hand rear Nipper and because of that he does not consider himself a cat. As far as Nipper is concerned I am his mummy and daddy is Andy.
Nipper has a wonderful character, very cheeky, maybe to the point of a brat at times, he is our baby so gets away with it.
Nipper started life being carried about and kept warm in a canvas bag. Feeding every two to three hours he went everywhere we did. Trips to the farm, Tesco's, town etc., were all part of his daily life.
Nipper is the only cat permitted in my studio and he often sits with me while I paint or write. If he thinks I am going out he's in my bag raring to go on a trip. Show him his cat reflection in a mirror and he does not recognise the cat.
Nipper is a very happy little chap, always purring and loves nothing more than sprawling out on his back, legs in the air for a belly rub or tickle. He prefers to eat from our plates than eating cat food with the other cats, he is not a cat so why would he eat with cats? We are trying to break that habit as its so not healthy for him.
Now we have Waya, Nobby and Nightmare Nipper is learning to play with other cats albeit smaller ones. He is developing a close relationship with Nightmare, who is also black and white so there is hope he will one day be a cat.
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600 Seconds at Lunch - What in life gives you pain?
As a mother the greatest physical pain is that which is also the most precious gift, the birth of a child. That physical pain leaves you as soon as your baby is placed in your arms and for me it was replaced by the most beautiful and wonderful sense of unconditional love.My sons are now both fine young men even if the do tower over me. They still cause me stress and pain of course. I hurt for them when they get hurt. When they bitch at me I hurt. OK they have been taught to bith by a queen bitch so what do I expect!! I hurt every time Jamie's problems get in the way of his life, it is so unfair. I hurt when Paul's ex-girlfriend treated him bad. But for all the pain of being a mother, I am more than rewarded by the joy of being mum to two wonderful sons. I have seen them grow and yes I wish they had not grown quite so fast or so tall. I am lucky and when all is said and done they are the only good thing to come from the human disaster of my relationship with their father. Something good had to come from that.
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Morning Pages - Being Half Cherokee
My mother is English and my father was Cherokee, making me a half breed. My skin is darker than white, my hair natural dark and straight, my cheek bones high. I am Cherokee blood. I am not a Red Indian, do not insult me by calling me a Squaw, I am no white man's toy. I am proud to be Cherokee, Native American and Tribal. My beliefs are those taught to me by my paternal grandmother and my father, that we are part of the world and should respect mother earth and nature's wonderful gifts. My daddy was and is my greatest hero, influence and guide. Even after 6 years I miss his counsel and unwavering love. OK I was his princess and could do nothing wrong in his eyes. But given that he was my rock and gave me a wonderful heritage and a sense of right and wrong and honour. Being Cherokee has given me an ability to remain outwardly calm even cold and uncaring maybe, when inside I am in emotional turmoil. The Cherokee do not wear their hearts outside their sleeves.
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Monday, 1 October 2007
600 Seconds at Lunch - Open the dictionary and pick a word at random, write your journal entry about that word.
Loyal - firm in allegiance to a person, cause, country, party, etc., faithful; demonstrating unswerving allegiance.
This word always brings back memories of my lovely baby dog, Riz. She was my companion and confidante for 21 years and not once did she ever let me down. When my life was a royal bowl of cow poop, unlike a majority of my human so called friends, my Riz stayed with me. On those dark nights when I cried alone my faithful dog was there to lick my tears away. Riz was there through my bad times and also my good times. When I met Andy, Riz was the first to welcome him into our space and the first to make sure he was kissable. Being loyal means hanging in there when life is a crock of shit not just when the good times role. It is taking the rough with the smooth. OK Riz was a dog but I will always be grateful and honoured she was such a big part of my life.
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