Muse

It’s a blessed day on Halcyon Pond,  for awareness of gifts and unexpected moments.

As I passed the doors to our deck this morning, I saw a furry flash. I thought it was a raccoon, but it was more graceful than that. When I stepped outside I was met by a timid but eager kitten. So small and skinny I can hold her in one hand. In spite of being obviously abandoned, she is one of the most affectionate cats I’ve met. A nuzzler, she buries her head in the crook of my elbow, the nape of my neck.

She reminds me of a cat I met in the plaza of the Topkapi palace in Istanbul. There are cats everywhere in Turkey, who are not strays, but rather belong to the community. They are taken care of, but not owned by anyone, which suits a cat perfectly. Turkish cats have a distinctive look, dark with russet patches—a rich, warm coat—and sparkling golden eyes. This beautiful little cat came up to me in the plaza, open and friendly. I carried her with me for hours, sometimes in my bag, until finally we had to part. This morning it is as if that cat has finally found me again, with the same dark and russet coat, and the same open demeanor, running toward me as if toward an old friend.

I look in her eyes and I sense she is an old soul. I wonder, who are her ancestors? Did the women of the Topkapi palace play with her great great great grandmother? Does she know their secrets? Can she tell of palace intrigue, of eunuchs and murderous plots?

I pull myself away from exotic daydreams. I had many plans for today—many objectives. But she has followed me everywhere since we met, making it difficult to accomplish anything. I think, “I must move on, stay on course!”. But how often does a moment like this happen? How often does a gift just appear, reminding us of the small beauties of life? (Unfortunately, probably more often than we know because we resist being derailed.)

So, I have decided to give myself over to this moment. To feel this small cat’s warmth, feel her trust, listen to her purr and remember the small gifts of life.

A cat’s purr. Serenity given voice.

Oh, and she’s just told me her name. It’s Muse. Which is great, not just because of the pun, but also because there’s always the chance that, when I call her, the other one–The Muse–might just show up.

Muse

[Note: Muse actually arrived February 12, before I started this blog. I’m posting this now because it will feed into the story line soon. Stay tuned.]

Don’t you love it when
Cats purr
SO hard
It takes over
Their whole body
One purr stumbles
Over the next?
Hyper-purr
Hypurr
High-Purr

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  1. Wonderful story. Love the Istanbul connection. And what is it about the EYES of a cat?

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  2. I know this is no ruse,
    Coming home to Muse.
    All set again to amuse.

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  3. hypnotizing eyes

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  4. “I think, “I must move on, stay on course!”. But how often does a moment like this happen? How often does a gift just appear, reminding us of the small beauties of life? (Unfortunately, probably more often than we know because we resist being derailed.)” After reading this portion of your writing, my mind recalled something the late Peter Gomes wrote about why we miss the many of the small beautiful precious moments in our lives:
    “We work hard and we play hard not because we are more industrious or playful than our ancestors, but because we dare not stop lest in the stillness we are overwhelmed by the sound of our own anxieties and fears.”
    –Peter Gomes

    As always, beautifully and soulfully written.

    Thank you, Nadia! 🙂

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  5. What a beautiful writing/story… Fascinated me again. I haven’t thought of this, you are amazing, how much I loved this part, “I look in her eyes and I sense she is an old soul. I wonder, who are her ancestors? Did the women of the Topkapi palace play with her great great great grandmother? Does she know their secrets? Can she tell of palace intrigue, of eunuchs and murderous plots?”….. History…. in this city old trees know what happened… But they can’t talk…. If they could be able to talk… ah!

    “Muse” so beautiful, and your connection, your inspiration, story, they are all so beautiful… Thank you dear Nadia, you are amazing blogger/writer, Blessing and Happiness, Love, nia

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    • I’m so glad you enjoyed this, Nia! When I was reading through your blog, it started to feel almost like I had written this for you, like a fanciful bedtime story. And now, I’ll have to add the old trees, because yes, of course they know what happened. We just need to listen quietly to hear their whispers.
      Blessings and happiness back to you. Love, Nadia

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