© June Maffin
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this night
may the Creator of this sweet flower bending in the gentle breeze
bless all who are
… living in fear because of Hurricane Dorian
… experiencing hurt by their church
… terrified by predictions of climate change
… living with chronic illness
… dealing with financial uncertainty
… awaiting word from the doctor
… hungry, hungry, hungry
… on their way to the ER
… unable to sleep
… experiencing grief
… facing an unknown tomorrow
… dealing with chronic pain
… have no place to live
… living in fear of extradition
somehow sense they are loved
somehow sense some one, some where, this night
is praying, hoping, envisioning
a better night than was last night
this night,
may there be
gentle healing
and hope
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© june maffin
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The leaves are beginning to fall to the ground and slowly are beginning to change colour. It’s almost Autumn/Fall in this part of the world. It’s a beautiful time and a gentle reminder of the Seasons of Life for both vegetation … and human beings.
Like the four seasons of Nature, human beings also have four seasons and each Season of Life has its own beauty.
For those of us in the Autumn/Fall Season of our lives, there are times when we feel alive and vibrant in our body, mind and spirit. There are other times when we recognize the withering of skin, the creaking of bones, the aching of muscles, the forgetfulness that often comes with the aging process.
We don’t want to ‘ignore’ the signs that we are aging. And we don’t want to ‘focus solely’ on these signs. We want balance in our lives. So how can we achieve that balance between focusing only on the signs and ignoring the signs? Perhaps we could let trees be our teacher.
When leaves of a tree change colour, some leaves remain their original colour. When we see our skin texture change, the twinkle that has always been in our eye, still remains.
When leaves begin to fall, not all leaves fall at the same time. When we find it difficult to rise from a chair or sofa, the stiffness we feel usually doesn’t remain with us for the rest of the day.
Trees can offer wonderful advice as this unknown author noted:
“Stand tall and proud. Go out on a limb. Drink plenty of water.
Remember your roots. Be content with your natural beauty. Enjoy the view.”
STAND TALL AND PROUD
May each of us “stand tall and proud” – keeping good posture and acknowledging the strengths we bring.
GO OUT ON A LIMB
May we remember to “go out on a limb” – speak up, speak out, for what we believe.
DRINK PLENTY OF WATER
May we keep hydrated with plenty of clean water, as well as hydrate our mind by being open to opportunities for personal growth.
REMEMBER YOUR ROOTS
May we remember our roots and the lessons our family tree have taught (good or bad), for there is learning in both positive and negative experiences.
BE CONTENT WITH YOUR NATURAL BEAUTY
May we find acceptance and contentment in who and Whose we are.
ENJOY THE VIEW
May we fully enjoy the view of this world … taking in its beauty, learning from its ugliness, being resolute in our determination to make a difference in some small way.
Thank you trees, for mentoring us in the aging process.
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© June Maffin
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Once upon a time … there was a cat.
She was abandoned.
Pregnant. Again.
Unloved. Unwanted.
She had no name. Her owners didn’t want to pay to have her spayed.
They dropped her off at the SPCA without any information about her age or medical situation.
And then I met her.
She’d just had her last kitten taken from her that morning.
In a week’s time, after her milk dried up, she would be put up for adoption by the SPCA.
I gently put my hand in her cage.
Let it sit there so she could get my scent.
Immediately, she began to nuzzle my hand. And purred.
And purred. And purred.
The SPCA worker said “She’s chosen you, you know.”
And so she had.
No surprise what happened next … I adopted her.
Sweet, 2 1/2 year old tabby cat, she had no name.
What I knew of her life was sparse.
I knew that her before-life-with-me had not been easy.
I knew that she needed serenity in her life.
I named her Serenity.
Gentle and serene, mischievous and playful, coy and curious, determined to go outside (I, just as determined that she would not), she has incredible agility. She makes me smile and laugh and talk out loud to her and even sing to her! My love for Serenity grew. And it grew quickly.
It didn’t take long for Serenity to adjust to her new surroundings. It didn’t take long for the two of us to adjust to one another because when love enters a relationship adjustment quickly happens.
But … so did my allergic reactions to her quickly happen.
When I adopted her, I knew allergic responses could be a possibility, even though I’d been getting monthly allergy inoculations for more than five years. The allergist said “You might be able to have a cat now, but the only way to see if you can have a cat is to get a cat.”
When Serenity came home with me, I tried to ignore the allergic symptoms and did what I could to counteract them: replaced the old vacuum, purchased an air purifier, kept her out of my bedroom.
But the symptoms didn’t go away. My throat itched. My eyes were watery. My chest/lungs became congested. I coughed more and more in spite of the allergy shots, antihistamines, oh-so-clean house and circulating air in the house. The symptoms remained. But my love for Serenity did not wane.
That love seemed to grow, day by day. And with each passing day, I knew that my love for her would continue to grow deeper and deeper as time passed as I would become more and more attached to her and she would become more and more attached to me.
I was right. We bonded very quickly.
As the allergic symptoms increased, I realized that I had to find another home for her, and sooner than later, because of how quickly we had bonded.
Perhaps, in another couple of years, the allergy shots will have “done their thing” or scientists will have finished their testing on a substance that can be added to cats’ food and remove allergic symptoms for human beings and allergic responses won’t become a barrier to having a cat. When that happens, I will adopt again. But that is in the future. Serenity was here now.
The question remained: “Where could Serenity go where she would be loved and cared for as much as she is here with me?” I checked with my son and DIL. Both animal lovers, they have a dog and a cat (Pepper), but since Pepper’s sibling died, Pepper has had moments of aggression. They were concerned for Serenity’s well-being. They wanted to take her, but …
So I kept praying. I kept thinking about possibilities.
And then, an unexpected email arrived came from a FB friend. “It’s been lovely to follow Serenity’s settling with you, and I’m so sad that your allergies are potentially a barrier to a comfortable life together … You said that your family weren’t able to take Serenity. If you feel that you need to re-home her, keep me in mind … It’s a hard decision, I know!”
Understatement! But, I knew that I did need to re-home Serenity. I wrote my friend. She wrote back. We exchanged photos. We continued to email.
In my heart of hearts, I knew that re-homing her was the best solution to my allergic response to her … not only would she be loved, but she would have a playmate, Scout, who has been grieving the loss of his playmate since March. And so the decision was made and a date was set for Serenity and her new mom, Brigid, to meet. August 7th was the day. Today.
Early this morning, I skipped my time at the pool and stayed home to play with Serenity. And play we did! It was such fun! And then it was time to say farewell.
Her new mom, Brigid, arrived. She spent some time with Serenity, we had a visit and shared tea together – and then it as time for them to leave if they were to catch the next ferry to the Mainland.
When Serenity left, her Cat Tree went with her. How she loved it – playing, scratching, sleeping and cavorting with her catnip mouse and colourful ribbon wand. It was a very long car ride and when Brigid wrote to say that they were home and that Serenity spent most of the car ride “sitting happily on her cat-tree,” I was so happy that I’d asked Brigid if she could take Serenity’s Tree.
After Serenity and Brigid left, I went back into the house. The house was so quiet and empty. It was too difficult to be there, so I turned around and went out to do errands. And then I came home again … to the oh-so-empty house.
Grief is real. And it hurts. But this I know: Serenity’s soon-to-be-playmate and Serenity’s new mom will bless Serenity’s life. This I also know – Serenity will bless their lives. And knowing both of these things helps my sadness … a little.
Go with my love, dear Serenity. You have brought so much joy and so many blessings into my life in such a short time. To say how much I miss you … words fail.
© June Maffin
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Some “perhaps-thoughts” from ‘Serenity the Cat’
on Day Twelve of her adoption:
“I am the cat of this home.
I am loved.
I am at peace.”
Those “perhaps-thoughts” of Serenity
penetrate within my soul
as I, too, have similar thoughts.
“perhaps-thoughts” like …
If only all animals could know
they had a home
they were loved
they were at peace.
“perhaps-thoughts” like …
If only all human beings could know
they had a home
they were loved
they were at peace.
I dream of such a world.
I dream of such a reality for the animals who are tortured and abandoned and unloved.
I dream of such a reality for the children who are enslaved, prostituted, kidnapped, in cages, forgotten, unloved.
I dream of such a reality for the youth and the adults and the seniors who are alone and hurting and fearful and unloved.
I dream of Serenity’s “perhaps-thoughts.“
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© June Maffin
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I like words.
I like the way they sound.
I like what I learn when I research their origin.
And I like how my heart and mind respond as I reflect on words
… like this word: susurrus.
I find it to be a delicious word.
It means ‘a whispering, hum or gentle rustling sound’
and is often represented by a feather.
Wouldn’t it be wonderful to experience a susurrus
… a whispering of “hang in there”
… a feather of “hope is on its way”
… a hum of “you are not alone.”
When I think of people dealing with
actions of terrorists
undergoing surgery
living with pain
dying
being tortured
separation from loved ones
abusive situations
in fear of their lives
addiction, mental illness, grief
fear about the future of Planet Earth because of climate change
struggling to understand how their government leader can be anything but a leader of compassion, generosity of spirit, respect
my spirit groans.
To each of those people, known and unknown
may they receive this night
a susurrus of respite from the distress;
a whisper, a hum, a feather of hope and healing
that will lighten burdens, reduce fear, eliminate a sense of hopelessness.
Susurrus.
I like this word.
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© june maffin
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