This week in my daily Native American Elders’ Daily Meditation the quote mentioned that Native custom believes that the more you give, the more you get. I love this way of thinking. You cannot just sit on your glories, you must share with those less fortunate. I am very generous but only with those I love. If I do not care about you I find it hard to choose a gift, hence why I am rubbish at gifts where you do not know in advance who will get it. Nightmare! I just choose something I would like myself.
But this is why some people receive what they try to manifest. They are so grateful for whatever they do get that the universe gives us more! I say thank you all day long for the most miniscule things.
I loved that when they were here, each morning Amelia went out and prayed with me and she would do the hand movements for each direction with me. She really liked the Creator and Mother Earth directions (hands to the sky and hands on the earth). She listened to every word of my prayers. I love passing on those ways of life to my own family line.
Speaking of which, I got the results of my DNA test! I have not really had time to do any digging. It is at a migration level of info, not at a level where I can tell whether I have any Native ancestry which is a bit disappointing. However the strong presence of the many Celtic influences makes a lot of sense. I have always identified with the Celtic humour.
Last Sunday after Lily and Amelia flew home I chilled in the back garden for a bit absorbing the peace and quiet.
Then I got bored and I managed to convince Norm to help me with setting up the things that had to be moved out of the way when we painted the house.
The homeless plants that had lived in the pot in the center of the table were replanted and moved to the back.
I moved another pot to the table to replace the broken one. It was a gift from a friend who emigrated a few years ago and I just keep replanting new things in it. I love the red and green paddle shaped plant! Panda used to eat it when it was on the front porch so it has taken years to get it to flourish. I also brought out these cushions from inside to use on the chair with the broken cushion to make it more comfy.
Norm also hung my Buddha on the front porch. Since I added another chair on the porch I only had room for just some of the plants and the rest went to the back. It looks far less cluttered. It will look so gorgeous once the grey tiles replace the terracotta ones.
Little Poppy the Pom is another week older and another week braver. She is the bolshiest little potato ever. She sleeps with us at night, she scoots all about the bed, sometimes I find her snuggled up in my hair on my pillow, sometimes she is nestled in the crook of Norm’s elbow, sometimes she is wrapped up with Finn at the foot of the bed.
The breeder told us the brand of kibble she ate but she only seems to like boiled chicken or Finn’s kibble but his kibble is the size of her entire face. She sneaks into the pantry, steals a cube, grasps it in her tiny razor sharp teeth and runs to the carpet under my desk which seems to be her safe zone. She then throws it in the air, catches it, rolls on it, grabs it, and does all manner of gyrations with it. Eventually, she breaks it up and eats it. All of this despite the fact that she is fed first in the morning as I am responsible for feeding her and I get up early. I give her a mix of chicken breast and some posh puppy kibble.
First, I take her out for a pee as soon as we get downstairs. On Thursday morning she trotted her little self over to Finn’s giant bed and jumped on it and did a pee. Then when we went downstairs she refused her chicken and kibble and sat in the pantry and howled at the top of her tiny little voice. She was lined up at Norm’s feet with the other animals who all chatter away begging for their breakfast and she just joined in!
Her and Finn are the best of friends and love to play fight constantly, but the vet said that she must take it easy on that leg so we try to keep her calm, however, it is pretty much impossible.
She now trudges all the way down the hill to the little path that runs around the front garden. She often runs back carrying a piece of bark as big as she is.
The slats between the gate to the street are wide enough that she can escape through them, so I have to keep a close eye on her when she is in the garden. I try to take her out to wee but she runs like a lunatic. It is a challenge.
This week I noticed that she was out in the garden on her own! I did not think she could get down from the steps but she obviously mastered them. We have now had to put a temporary bit of tough mesh over the bottom of the gate to stop her escaping. It makes her so cross to not be able to go where she wants.
She has the worst temper. She followed Norm and Finn to the garage and when the door outside was closed and she realised she was left behind she was furious! She took it out on a bit of the leftover gate she had been playing with. Put the sound up to hear these little noises of ferociousness.
Meanwhile I have had a dreadful case of the flu all week. My whole body ached, my head was spinning, my guts were a mess and I felt really horrible. It started in the middle of the night on Monday, carried on until Friday when it got a bit better. On Thursday I thought I felt well enough to try some pasta and was then sent right back to ground zero again.
I had it first, then Norm had it too, then Millie had vomiting but no diarrhea, then Josh and Lily were both sick. So I was Patient Zero. Sorry family! I stayed out of work on Wednesday and Thursday and went back in on Friday. It was insanely hot and windy on Friday.
Luckily I recovered enough to go to get a facial today as I have had the appointment for ages.
I hope you all have a wonderful weekend and week ahead. Until next time, Kisses from the Kitten xoxoxox
Kitten in the City 