I believe that the difference between the common meaning of “Heartless” and “discerning” is compassion, which I have a tremendous amount of and which I offer on My terms alone.– Mistress Didi
My point of enlightenment came after months of brooding alone that brooding alone will not bring me an answer to a question I was not able to answer before I retreated into my cave of self-indulgence. (Sorry, I’m being kind to myself…I have been mangled spiritually, aut0-immunity-wise, I’ve not understood for decades how I’ve allowed the holes to be punched poked gnawed chewed in my protective aura…I’ve had no obvious guidance and much distraction.)
It’s important for me to understand but not to dwell. I’ve been suffering smarter for a time now…and denying I have the ability to help myself.
Well, who can blame me? I’d been so helpless for so long. After a while, the white rat starves rather than risk the shock from hitting the pellet-release bar. Even though the power’s been off for days and isn’t coming back on ever again.
‘Just hit the bar,’ you urge the fuzzy skinny little rat. Trust. It’s OKAY now. You might convince her but maybe by the time you do she’s too weak to walk over to the bar. So you think, ‘Fuck her. If she can’t even be bothered to TRY. God helps them that help themselves;’ as for the rest…they fall into the tide and die…that poem about the Footprints is a LIE.
But I can use my mouse medicine today. Because I love my mousey self. As much as I love my roars-like-a-lion self. I need them both. They interplay. Play is the key. If wewewe are not enjoying it, overall…there will always be struggles, and rocks to roll up Sysyphisian walls…
I’ve got enough alternates to be good company for quite a while but even I need outside stimulation to avoid the void.
I went out a few times…and nearly cracked up. I live in Key West where enough is never enough and there is sustenance round every bend. It’s like San Francisco in that way. Just when you’re tired and can’t walk another step you turn a corner to see the prettiest shade of lavender n lace house overlooking a bay full of birds and clouds and rainbows, best of all, the rainbows, oh, even just the rainbows would be enough. Takes me time to get used to all this other wonderful stuff. So I ran back and hid a few more times–is okay because I love all my selves today and some of them, hoooo boy, more spoiled than cats more hyper than cats on Show days.
I have had 5 Abyssinian full-breed cats in my life; 3 still with me now; I’ve never shown them in a ring. I don’t judge anyone who does, because cat breeds are as special as dog breeds and no one would say ‘stop breeding beagles as long as there’s one stray mutt in the universe. ‘