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Five Things I Learnt From My Cat

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Settling into my new and funky apartment took a long time.   My emotionally challenged cat appeared to be settling in better that me and I wondered how she seemed to know how to relax in our new home.   I began to watch her, taking notice of her routines.   I was writing a book at the time.   Exploring human emotion formed part of this work, initiating an understanding of ‘creature consciousness.’   In our mechanised, computerised world, it’s easy to forget ‘creature consciousness.’   Living energy runs in cycles, organic and sometimes unpredictable, naturally seeking to balance itself with its expression.   I began to learn from my cat, as an animal guide; a teacher of what it is to be a feeling human.   I had been too long a thinking human, a doing human, and I needed to balance and prevent the regular burnouts stunting my life.   I learned five creature comforts from my animal teacher. Find Sunny Places:   Cats are the first to find that sunny spot.   Putting my desk by the wi

Strawberry Seasons

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I am a recovering 'tree-changer,' now settled back into the suburbs, but I learned some valuable life lessons from strawberries.  Their seasons taught me about flow, about predators on the hunt, patience and restraint.  I learned about the life-force and its constantly changing cycles. They grew spontaneously, most likely from compost scraps, on the sunny side of the garden next to a large water tank.  An ever-flowing mountain stream gushed at the foot of the garden, fertilising the air the strawberries breathed.  They snuck up on me each summer of my three year mountain retreat, as I shuddered still whining from vicious winters. The strawberries sweetly showed me how life energy waxes and wanes, like the moon governing the swelling and retreat of ocean tides.  An industrialised mind seeks constant growth, continuous all through the day and night production.  This is not how living energy flows.  I can't just make more strawberries to respond to the demands of tod

Lonely People

All the lonely people Where have they all gone? Spinning lights of World Wide Web Each can uTube their own songs. All the lonely people The freakish and the weird Judged lost, in wheels of human race They weave colours bright and new Weaving tomorrows world The meek are inheriting. Leanne Margaret (copyright 2013)

Unify

Shiver summer's sneeze Nature speaks plain Duality's denial fades Revolution's opposing storms Mood's violent, bright seasons Returning to still, duality fades Divided we were conquered whole We limped through the ages to now Whole we stand and walk with two feet Weaving will and vision Flowing streams tween Yin and Yang Integrating light-full strings Making bright the halves of things Competitions end All One Globe sprouts many feet Divided how could we ever roll? Leanne Margaret (copyright 2013)

Apartment People - Or People Meant to Be Apart.

Apartment people sitcoms never promised or even hinted at the increasing levels of human intimacy that would enter my life upon moving into my funky new apartment.   Bunches of Friends dining and socialising are not what I refer to here.   It seemed like a little slice of modern heaven with a dishwasher, until upstairs moved in. Ideas of urban heaven came crashing in like bombs from the sky.   No, I hadn’t moved to a war zone, I refer now to the morning dump of my upstairs neighbours.     Seriously?   No more privacy, even in the loo?   There was no episode of Friends to prepare me for this. I was prepared for passing strangers in the hallway, for sharing driveways and footpaths, even midnight parties and loud music, but the pipes behind my bedroom wall resound the rumblings of upstairs plumbing with a rush of just too much information. Perhaps I shouldn’t’ write about such things as toilet noises, but if it’s socially acceptable to build homes projecting the echo

Tower

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Shaking ground Changing towns I am southward bound. Pandora's hopes, found I reflect, astound. Seen within a circle, round Purpose spirals stars, unwound Re-weaving finer fortune's clouds To rain the past a shroud. Settling thunder, loud Articulated heart resounds. Leanne Margaret © 2014

Rose Hands

Unfold, soul's growth Refining colours, rose Hail, garden's nose. Though thorny and pricked Against honeyed bee tricks This makes roses grow most thick. Fruiting from black soils Blooming wormy spoils Refined anointing oils. Rosy lotus hues From mud's watery blues Risen being, lights imbued Bridging lunar sunshine's truth Startling, even as it soothes. Leanne Margaret © 2013