Once upon a time there was a girl who would only feel at peace with the world when she was on the highest roof top of her town.
From there she would sit and watch the hustle below her – people going in and out of shops, old ladies going for yet another cup of coffee with their friend, young people going for yet another takeaway together, toddlers in push chairs, mums looking lonely, builders fixing buildings and… birds.
I really thought that was the end of that.
But clearly I was wrong.
No signs, no evidence. Just shreds of paper.
I could hear the unmistakable sounds… right above my head.
One of the dogs could hear it too, even though she chose to ignore it.
Maybe it’s the best way? Ignore it and it will just go away…
No, it’s just too tempting.
I just… have got to… go and have a look.
On my workshops I often share with the attendees how much I like the Rudyard Kipling story, The Cat That Walked By Himself, from Oh So Stories. you can read it Here.
This story is in a similar vein, but from Zimbabwe. It does encapsulate cats very well too… This is dedicated to all Women, Cats and Catwomen everywhere…
Once upon a time, there was a wild cat, who got tired of living alone and chose for herself a husband, another wild cat who she thought was the finest creature in all the jungle.
“I would ask you to remember only this one thing,” said Badger. “The stories people tell have a way of taking care of them. If stories come to you, care for them. And learn to give them away where they are needed. Sometimes a person needs a story more than food to stay alive. That is why we put these stories in each other’s memory. This is how people care for themselves.”
– Excerpts from Crow and Weasel by Barry Lopez.
Birds are always in sync. They always arrive and leave at the right time.
Seven years ago, my parents were driving in the French countryside, where they live.
My dad noticed a black shape on the side of the road. As he got nearer, he found himself looking into the eyes of a fledgling crow who was laying there, near a roundabout. She was only a few weeks old and completely on her own, with no parents in sight or earshot.
A few life times ago I made a vow. I vowed to dedicate my self to help animals. To alleviate their suffering and help them to be heard. I have tried a few things over the years. I waged a war against the world, but I realised that the war I was fighting against the outside world was also happening inside me…
Today we went to the 12th edition of Robots Live! in Burgess Hill.
Boy has been such a fan of the TV show Robot Wars, building his own cardboard versions of the heavy weight robots he has spent so long watching as they annihilate one another…
I always like to end my yoga classes with a story or a poem. Often the poem or story comes to me in one way or another and it wants to be shared. It finds its way in front of my eyes, perhaps because I need to read it myself, or perhaps someone else will gain from hearing it, after the relaxation at the end of the class. I have folders and books full of poems and stories that I have been collecting over the years. Stories that are just waiting for the right time to be shared at the end of a class…