letting go the need to be right opens the door to safety

 

 

 

I need time. Gaia isn´t Elmo. She´s nice and sweet. But I´m so spoiled, the only cat now. Up to now. Two again. It´ll be Good. My humans are so happy. I am happy now and then. I see to keep the distance…

 

 

 

This is my friend Gaia…

Happiness 

by Amy Lowell

 

Happiness, to some, elation;
Is, to others, mere stagnation.
Days of passive somnolence,
At its wildest, indolence.
Hours of empty quietness,
No delight, and no distress.
Happiness to me is wine,
Effervescent, superfine.
Full of tang and fiery pleasure,
Far too hot to leave me leisure
For a single thought beyond it.
Drunk! Forgetful! This the bond: it
Means to give one's soul to gain
Life's quintessence. Even pain
Pricks to livelier living, then
Wakes the nerves to laugh again,
Rapture's self is three parts sorrow.
Although we must die to-morrow,
Losing every thought but this;
Torn, triumphant, drowned in bliss.
Happiness: We rarely feel it.
I would buy it, beg it, steal it,
Pay in coins of dripping blood
For this one transcendent good.

 

May the bridges I burn light the way…

 

I have a friend!!

She´s four months old. An abandoned kitty like I was. I wonderful woman has brouGht her and now we´re GettinG used to each other. My humans have told me to be very careful because I´m very biG and stronG.

A friend, like Elmo.

Ivan says she can be called Gaia, like the Earth.

Isn´t it a precious name?

Another cat will have a home in winter.

Max.

(next photos will be better, she´s very active riGht now…)