The Painful Illusion (The Enemy of Death)
Stealing away our heart beat
It comes in the middle of the night
Taints the first day of the week
And robs you of their sight
Death has been personified
In this dark fall
Autumn bled her mystery
And now I am at her call
Winter marches on
Stole my breath in it’s wake
I cannot belong
On a planet with pain so great
I know I could go back
To where I first began
But I am sure the glass is sharp there too
I have been crying this morning and my cat, Uriel, is ‘holding space for me’. I just know it. I am crying about my cat, Joe, that died almost ten years ago. He was a significant being in my life and I am still processing his death. Still. I miss him. There is more to our story.
But anyway, right now I am grieving and and Uriel is holding the space for it, even when it’s about another cat, and for that I love her.
I never really got what ‘holding space’ for someone meant until now. It is just like she is radiating this energetic bubble of love all over me, that supports only and does not try to heal – the healing IS the support being provided because active healing cannot happen before release…
When my friend, L, and I first got him we were looking at him whilst sitting on her bed talking about what to call him. At the time his name was Elvis, which was just terrible and didn’t suit him at all (I don’t know who comes up with these names at the RSPCA, seriously, people). She had a stuffed Red Panda on her bed. I looked at it, looked at ‘Elvis’, who is ginger with the same fluffiness and cutely placed stripes as the Red Panda, and said, “What about Panda?” and L instantly agreed.
The bottom line is that he is named Panda because he is just as cute, if not more so, than these ridiculously cute Red Pandas and I just thought I’d share because of all the cute.
Panda (the ginger, upside down face-d one) with bonus Uriel (the dark tortoiseshell, slightly crazy one):