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The Cats out of the Bag

The Cats out of the Bag

Hi Moonbeams.  So I am still in the in-between. Living out of the suitcase.  Still trying to find a nest for The Angel Child and myself.  Grateful for the thing’s I DO have though at the beginning and at the end of each day. I am experiencing a lot of block’s….there isn’t ‘flow’ flowing….and um…that I am figuring that that is down to me with a little ‘wait a minute’ thrown in there from The Universe…

Where I am staying there is a cat.  Poor poppet…she was a feral rescue cat and she has the personality of a Tasmanian Devil.  She’s cute when she’s asleep kinda thing.  I call her Happy. When you name a thing sometimes miracles can happen etc etc.  Anyhoo…in the room I am in…that has 942 of my belongings piled in with me….there is the bed in the far corner.  She has taken to sleeping on it…and um…throws her jaw open and spits and hisses whenever I get near.  She usually sleeps on the top of the bed but this morning I went to get a cup of tea then came back to bedroom, threw the cover back and she launched herself at me like….well….something that was NOT ‘happy’.  On another occasion she stood behind the net curtain on the window sill looking like the Bride of Frankenstein…I thought she looked quite beautiful and the sound that she was able to produce without moving her lip’s moved me, in as much as…that I felt compelled to leave the room post haste.  Last night my little dog and I were sleeping…(yes we managed to claim the bed! Happy wasn’t there! Oh the relief!!) I was dozing off turned over and her shadow was this time on the outside of the window back-lit by the street-light’s…The song Memories from Cat’s came to mind…perhaps sung by Marilyn Manson rather than Elaine Page….

My point is…through all this transition and all the icky roller-coastery bit’s that go with, Happy the cat has made me laugh. As scare-bear as she is she claim’s her life and her position with the utmost of all certainty….she makes her boundaries CLEAR and….has a gift for creatively coming up with how to scare the beejeez out of me two or three times a day… I wont forget her when I’ve gone…even though I am sure she will be pleased to see the back of me and my side-kick canine….blessssssssss.xx


Shut up already!…I’m watching Lisa!

Shut up already!…I’m watching Lisa!

I owe something to the actress Lisa Bonet…(known back-in-the-day for her role as Denise in the Cosby Show and for her relationship with Lenny Kravitz). She was this sublime, magical influence in my teenage year’s….oh geez…I use to tune into the show like my life depended on it….just to watch her.

She just wasn’t a try-hard.  She said her line’s like she was in pure conversation, her gesture’s were goofy at time’s and yet she had swag with it, she had a dress-sense that I still consider to this day to be my first-love, and her hair…her HAIR!!!! That first episode when she introduced her dread-lock’s….I thought I was going to die of acute admiration on our unfortunate 1980’s apricot colored sofa!

There was an essence about her that I recognized as a Sleeping Dragon within myself…it was cool, in an energy-based way, it was so not contrived or egotistical…she just cruised-down-the-river of herself, young, free and as wise all at once…I hadn’t really seen that before, ‘felt’ it but she held the mirror up and…I LOVED soaking-up the light in the reflection.

Of course she went on to elope with Lenny Kravitz at 20 years old, then she had his baby and I use to exhale ‘wowza’ every time I saw them in the tabloid’s.  She went on later in life to marry the man/lovegod that had been pestering me for my hand in marriage for year’s (Jason Momoa)…then had two children to him…I don’t think he ever told her about me…

I am lying. He never asked me to marry him…although I am sure I recall drinking too much red wine and an image of him in a magazine spoke to me (like the character’s on the wall do in Harry Potter)and asked me if I would like to Hula dance with him in the moonlight …. but I digress as per…

Anyhoo the point of today’s post is that it’s like a truly wonderful thing, when as a young man or woman you find your first Essence-Crush….the enigma that hold’s up the mirror of ‘Genuine’ Cool…who made you feel excited about the prospect of walking toward waking that Sleeping Dragon of inner confidence, self-expression and possibility.

Lisa Bonet is now 48 years a goddess and I am 43…..my darling teenage follower’s..if you can still feel all warm and squishy about a ‘celebrity’ decades later…then you KNOW that they were to your journey…the epitome of timeless cool-bananas…(F.Y.I….the fruit references was an 80’s saying…please ‘be rad’ and forgive me….PeaceOut…)xxxxxxxxxxxxxx



Some of my all-time favorite human being moment’s are the one’s when The Universe play’s a joke on you, smack bang out -of -the- blue! This is what happened to me this very morning and it was THE funniest thing that has happened to me in yonk’s! So I woke up feeling all very ritualistic, grateful and ‘connected’ so I burned some incense and ignited several candles made a daisy-chain and put it on my head and put dramatic Goddess make-up on (practically used an entire eye-pencil) and danced around to drum and base beats and my little dog got so excited he chased his tail around busting out his own trance-style move’s then I ate some fruit (consciously) and drank some zippy-zesty herbal tea (consciously) then I put on some meditation music and  I got….Go ‘outside’….it is a beautiful day…

So Cosmo… Cozzy for short (that’s my fur-baby raver home-boy) and I set out into the gorgeous Down Under summer-time morn before us…

Found an empty feild………ahhhh……..lay down in the middle of it…..ahhhh…..bird’s flying overhead, bird’s to the left and right, birdsong singing loud and proud all around……..aahhhhh.

‘Isn’t this delicious Cozzy?…..’You and Mummy and the bird’s and the sunshine???’

My dog made loud tick-tocking sound’s beside me through a lop-sided tongue.

‘Oh whoops…sorry dude…you need watering…my bad’….

I sat up, poured water in my hand….he drank it then wandered off to do what he love’s more anything….sniff stuff.

I inhaled deep into my lung’s…..ahhhh…(wait with the rest of the aahhhh’s…who the heck light’s a fire outside at 10.am on a 25 degree heat morning?….messing with my yoga breath in all…!?)

‘Let that go’ said the Universe…

‘k’…I mumbled…

I sat up and moved my arm’s around, circle’s and stretches, and wrist rotation’s etc etc….

I then cupped my hand’s together, reached out and extended my ‘gratitude’ for all the miracle’s in my humble little place in the world….I closed my eye’s and felt……

A bird crap in my hand’s.

I opened my eye’s to see the back end of a sea-gull flying overhead.

I slowly brought my hand’s down to eye-level…

Yes…that’s a big ten four rodger that charlie fox-trot on the bird poop…do you copy that? Over.

I….truthfully, with my hand on my heart (don’t worry I washed my hand’s), mean every single word of what I am about to type to you…..

That was one of the most funniest most life affirming moment’s of my life.


Happy New Ear!(s)

Happy New Ear!(s)

Aahhh…I still remember it like it was yesterday….and not 1987 when I was sixteen candles young………..

They were big, BIG, they were yellow, they were a pair of these….??…Yuuup. They were my first pair of LOOK-AT-ME question-mark ear-ring’s and they hung like a couple of manic parrot’s on steroid’s out of my ear’s….

Up until then I wasn’t allowed to wear big-one’s…infact I wasn’t allowed to get my ear’s pierced until I was 14.  I use to stare at the ‘cool’ girl’s who had more than one hole per ear and as for ‘the alternative’s’ who rocked a thousand safety-pin’s…I was Miss Stare-Bear on many an occasion.

Brushing my teeth this morning (spit,look back in the mirror, spit, look back in the mirror…) I saw something that I didn’t want to see…I saw……I saw…Lobe Strain!

Noooooo! I’m to young to ‘stud’s only’!  But…mirror’s don’t lie….my giant starry dingle-dangle’s were bringing-down my hearing devices like a couple of deviant anchor’s.

I was born with lovely ear’s (yeeesss I’m ear-vain ok!?)…and over the year’s I have adorned them with some wicked ear-candy.  But there come’s a time when thing’s indulged in every-other-daily need to be reserved for ‘special time’s’ only…especially when they ENCOURAGE a middle-aged body part to travel to the south of the South Pole BEFORE the Age of The Crone has set-in!

The other day whilst walking down the street a friend honked while driving by and I spun quickly to see who it was and my huge metal-feather ear-ring punched my tooth with an almighty CLANG…thank heaven’s no dentist trip was required.

In the meantime I will wear bangle’s up to my elbow’s, necklaces that scream like Zeena Warrior Princess and ankle chain’s with bell’s on that let you know that I will always… ‘Walk like an Egyptian’…xxxxxxxxxxx