The Way of The Cat

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By pixabay

He is a cat.

He keeps to himself
tending to his coat,
lounging in the sun,
pouncing on tufts of dust mice,
watching.
But he says nothing.

He’s not in a cuddling mood.
Sometimes he hisses.
Sometimes I see his cat-smile.
You can’t make a cat cuddle if he doesn’t want to.
You can’t make him sit on your lap.
But you can love him and share a room or a pillow.
You may hear him purr.

He is a cat.
He keeps to himself.

And I am a crazy cat lady.
I will always accept him as he is.

(November 4, 2018)

Nanowrimo Approacheth

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Are you gonna do it this year?  Doesn’t matter how far you get or what you’ve got when you’re finished.  What matters is that you love to write and have fun at it.

That’s my perspective this year.  I’m trying my hand at a memoir.  Don’t know where I’ll go with it, but I know where it starts.  I think I can navigate from there as that is the kind of writer I am.

The one and only book I published was years ago, just after my daughter died.  Life was hard then, and has its moments now, but writing these 100 word challenges for this blog has been refreshing.  I think it’s time to write again no matter what becomes of it.

So, join me!  I’d be happy to be your writing buddy.  Just look for me under this easy to remember handle: LisaBarker

Come on, you can do it!  We’re gonna have fun.

18 Years

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by Pixabay

(100 word challenge)

You,
arrived to a new country,
new culture,
without family,
without friends,
only me to greet you,
welcome you,
create a home.

Me,
struggling with depression
and mania.

Passion,
the glue that bound us.

Never doubt.
Don’t Dream It’s Over.

We,
raising two exceptional daughters,
a manic-depressive son,
a daughter that died,
a son that would struggle.

Her death.
My clinical depression.
Your isolation and loneliness.

The pressure broke us.

She saved you.

You came back.

Years of painful healing,
incrementally building,
growing,
learning to accept
and love
each other as we are.

The 18th anniversary.

I still love you.

Our Song

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by Min An

Don’t Dream It’s Over

Crowded House

There is freedom within, there is freedom without
Try to catch a deluge in a paper cup
There’s a battle ahead, many battles are lost
But you’ll never see the end of the road while you’re traveling with me

Hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over
Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in
They come, they come to build a wall between us
We know they won’t win

Now I’m towing my car, there’s a hole in the roof
My possessions are causing me suspicion but there’s no proof
In the paper today, tales of war and of waste
But you turn right over to the TV page

Hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over
Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in
They come, they come to build a wall between us
We know they won’t win

Now I’m walking again to the beat of a drum
And I’m counting the steps to the door of your heart
Only shadows ahead, barely clearing the roof
Get to know the feeling of liberation and release

Hey now, hey now, don’t dream it’s over
Hey now, hey now, when the world comes in
They come, they come to build a wall between us
You know they won’t win

 

Changes II

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by eberhard grossgasteiger

Dear husband,

This is how I’ve changed.

“But the change was more than that.  She looked older, and some of the laughter had gone out of her face.  Now, as she sat reading her book, Hallorann saw a grave sort of beauty there that had been missing on the day he had first met her, some nine months ago.  Then she had still been mostly girl.  Now she was a woman, a human being who had been dragged around to the dark side of the moon and had come back able to put the pieces back together.  But those pieces, Hallorann thought, they never fit just the same way again.  Never in this world. …

“Hallorann nodded.  “You and him, you’re coming back.  Different, maybe, but okay.  You ain’t what you were, you two, but that isn’t necessarily bad.”

–The Shining, by Stephen King

Landslide

Fleetwood Mac

I took my love, I took it down
Climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow covered hills
‘Til the landslide brought me down

Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changin’ ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?
Mmm

Well, I’ve been ‘fraid of changin’
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I’m gettin’ older, too

Well, I’ve been ‘fraid of changin’
‘Cause I’ve built my life around you
But time makes you bolder
Even children get older
And I’m gettin’ older, too
I’m gettin’ older, too