“But I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
~ Vincent van Gogh

Wednesday, May 3, 2017

Asserting Ownership

The small cat settles 
beside me on the bed,
relaxes and closes her eyes. 
It could be accidental 
when she stretches out
touching both her hind feet 
to my leg. It could be ... 
but when I shift a little,
she stretches once more, 
eyes tightly closed,
and pushes her feet firmly 
back against my leg.



















Linking to the current Tuesday Platform at 'imaginary garden with real toads'

Visitors from the garden, please note that I have not changed my blog layout and title. This is a different blog from the one you are used to.

18 comments:

  1. I love it, Rosemary. Cats are very affectionate critters.
    My Adi beagle dog used to lay by my feet and if I didn't rub her tummy she would mussel my foot. She may have had a foot fetish.
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    1. I like your new blog name. Thanks for posting your profile picture too.
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    2. Ha ha, I'm not complaining about the feet, please note!

      This is a different blog, specifically for my 'small stones'.

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    3. You may have more blogs than I have. I have thirteen plus FB (thanks). I try to keep three active, right now one of those is hardly ever posted. Then one is for me only, a private writing practice ground, another I had open but closed it when an interloper started commenting all over the place. My Christmas Tree blog is little known but open although I may post something there for invited persons yo read or view photos, like family. My started Memoirs blog has been static for years now, but open. I moderate comments 14 days after posting on most all of them. I learned to do that the hard way. I think my blog was used for coded messages, in Chinese.
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    4. Ha ha ha, we're two of a kind! I do have a few more than you. There's my personal/miscellaneous blog SnakyPoet, which was my first (well, except for its predecessors on the late, lamented MySpace). There is my main poetry blog, The Passionate Crone, which you know, and this one for my small stones. (I did have separate haiku and tanka blogs for a while but incorporated them into The Passionate Crone. Likewise with a blog of 'verse portraits'.) There's my official website, which is on a blogger blog because I know how to use that platform. It was originally shared with Andrew. He and I used to have the business name Life Magic, and I still use that like a banner for my website, but its real name is Rosemary Nissen Wade, and although it has a blogger address, I also have (very cheap) domain hosting for it, which allows it to be found at wwww.nissen-wade.com and seem professional. (The name LIfe Magic was never available to us online.) There is a specific blog linked to that website though in fact a separate entity, about our researches into psychic children. Then there are my three memoir blogs: Shifting Fog about living with Andrew's dementia, and The Widowhood Chronicles, both archives now, which I might do something more with one day. An my current memoir blog, Blowing My Own Trumpet, in which I am slowly getting down first drafts for a magical/psychic/spiritual memoir – that being what everyone most wants to know about. I too have a personal journal which no-one but me ever sees. Also a couple created as archival tributes to a couple of particular deceased poet friends. I have taken over Andrew's three blogs, The Magic of LIfe in which he wrote about interesting people he knew, and which has now become a memorial to him (as he was pretty interesting himself), The Game of LIfe, his memoir, to which I occasionally add things I find in his hand-written journals, and A Life in Small Stones, which was similar to this blog in content, and to which I now sometimes add small pieces of writing I come across in is journals. There are also two more strictly private blogs into one of which I transcribe his old handwritten journals, and into the other of which I transcribe mine – from where, theoretically, I can decide what bits to make public, probably with rewriting. (But I don't go through old journals anywhere near as often as this might sound.) And I have some shared blogs - one a collaboration on a theme with three other poets (to be turned into a book fairly soon); and the Poets Union blog (I am one of 5 'staff' members of that community). There is my 'witchy' blog, also about healing and energy, called Cronewyze, which I update now and again. There is an archival blog about a wonderful poetry tour of Texas I did in April 2006. And I have a secret, pseudonymous but not private blog, in a different blogging community (not the general blogosphere) where I share stuff I feel a need to, which I would be reluctant to make more public; e.g. grievances, follies, deepest soul-baring.... Most of the few trusted readers know exactly who I really am, but kindly preserve the fiction of my anonymity. I get advised by email when people post new comments, so I can deal promptly with the suspect stuff on the rare occasions there is any. I think that's all.... (Laugh.)

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    5. I mean Poets United, not Poets Union (the latter was in one of my earlier lives, lol).

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  2. Have to laugh, at this, Rosemary. As many a morning, I found myself, pinned, by my beautiful feline companions, forcing me, to give them, all of the love. they want before, I could move and start my day. And yes, cats are bed hogs, of the nth degree. But we humans love them, despite this. :)

    Nice new layout and title, Rosemary, for your blog.

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  3. Oh this is a so perfectly feline... as they say dogs have owners cats have staff...

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  4. Cats. They just know right. Nice blog.

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  5. I love when they do that. Just a paw, right there! :) Meow.

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  6. It is totally deliberate and loving and needing to be loved. You captured it. I worry about my one cat who still won't get that close though she lets me use one hand to scratch her head without fleeing. If two hands come toward her, she leaves. If I sit down next to her, she leaves. But the other plants her feet and I feel adopted. Yay!

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  7. Awwww this is soo adorable!!❤️

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  8. Absolutely on purpose, Rosemary. I have had cats, and many like to be attached, as do we.

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  9. No accidents here! I love that the tone of the poem makes me think of a documentary. :-)

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