August 8, 2026 by L.E. Hansen

Oops and Dreams

Because I do not learn from past mistakes, even the most recent ones, I have a recent one to oops on. The admonition to trust but verify is valid. Something I have known and mostly applied. The times I don’t apply I pay the price. So do you in this instance. The last post contained ranting about The Odyssey. The ranting maintained that the essentials were omitted from the film. They were not.

Odysseus does indeed spend time on an island. Eight years in fact which does extend the trip a bit. With a real babe. And the Cyclops monster does appear. He does have a single eye which is indeed poked out by our hero. (This is to remind us never to run with sharp pokey objects.) The only rant that was correct is the part where the monster is told that Odysseus’ name is No-man.

Maybe this is enough about Greeks and Myths and Time for now.

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As for the Precious

Last night as I lay sleeping, I was awakened by a soft, light, unusual pressure in my stretched-out hand. It was that it was unusual which awakened me I’m sure. Coming out of the depths I realized it was the precious paw of my sleeping partner, the littlest cat, Lizzy Fig. One sweet paw placed ever so gently in my palm. Next the other front paw. I wrapped my hand lightly over hers. We lay like that then, until we each fell asleep in our time, safely. And that is the name of Joy. Beyond all words.

December 8, 2020 by L.E. Hansen

Happening

“I said to my soul, be still and wait without hope, for hope would be hope for the wrong thing; wait without love, for love would be love of the wrong thing; there is yet faith, but the faith and the love are all in the waiting. Wait without thought, for you are not ready for thought: So the darkness shall be the light, and the stillness the dancing.” T.S. Eliot

“It is not I who create myself, rather I happen to myself.” ~Carl Jung, CW11, Para 391. Posted by Psyche’s Call with Donna May.~~I love this…”…I happen to myself.” Do we not, indeed?

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I spent the morning outside digging out the little trees planted last year and now overwhelmed—packed under—by snow. The little things had to be dug out and released from their prisons of ice and blocks of snow. I had thought they would escape on their own and so had waited until I no longer could. Poor babies. At least now they should be happy in the winterscape around them.

The dog thought this was all a grand plan as she ran around me and through the piles of snow. What better than to run through snowdrifts and plunge through the crusted berms? Great stuff, this world. That’s what she says. The cat says it’s best to watch from the bedside window, ensconced in quilts and pillows.

I take both under advisement.

July 9, 2018 by L.E. Hansen

Once Again, The Eyes

With Suki The Cat

Suki is a bengal tiger cat. (Maybe it’s just bengal, without the tiger.) I discovered Suki and her person’s blog quite by accident. I was looking at another blog that had photos of the bengal cat, very interesting photos and placement. It was not the theme of the blog but appeared here and there. Then, of a sudden there appeared in the comments a note from Suki’s person: Anne-Marie Noble. Anne asked for credit on her photos. She said it very nicely, saying the use of her work was fine, just please give credit where credit was due. She was much nicer than I would have been. I started following the Suki blog, of course, and can’t remember the one I started with.

Here are some photos that Anne-Marie put on her blog. It brings me delight to watch the adventures of Suki. And the bonus is, The Eyes! A kindred spirit in the fascination with the eye and what it contains. How different each one is. That was such an outstanding feature of Squeek—those big black eyes.

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