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Let’s Go Home

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Credit: backt0natureThis woman went to a dog shelter in Spain. The dog she’s holding just climbed up onto her and fell asleep like that. She adopted him, and brought him home!

Kitto Katsu: You Will Surely Win!

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So I was resting this afternoon when I had to get up for a minute.
When I came back, KitKat had stolen my spot!
His usual spot is that brown blanket toward the bottom left in the picture.
At first, he was alarmed. Would I be mad?
He tried the slow blink, then the innocent look:
Oh. Was this your spot? I had no idea.
Finally, the majestic stare.
I’m descended from lions. We’ve got eminent domain!
Even after I removed the pillows and other blankets, he returned to my spot. It was directly in the sun, where he longed to be!
Don’t deprive me of the sunniest spot on the bed!
I’m behind on my eighteen hours of sleep for the day.
KitKat’s name in Japanese is similar to the phrase, Kitto Katsu, which means, “you will surely win!”
In the end, we compromised: he got my comfy spot on the bed and I got to sit on the couch in the other room. He surely did win!

The Last Word

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This is the poem that comes to my mind when shocking violence fills the newsfeed. Even though it was written about the Boston Marathon bombing, it resonates today, the day after the massacre at Las Vegas. Written by my writing partner, sacred poet Lori Strawn.

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I won’t lie to you: I’m finding it difficult to write about the events of last week. When I get emotionally bottled-up like this, I turn to poetry. Let this be my contribution to the discussion.

It was a week
to shake the faith
right out of our bones.

But faith cannot fall
to such a small god:
a god of bombs, bullets, ripped limbs.

Seek God elsewhere.
He is there in the helpers.
In solace, yes, and mourning, too.
In healing hands, in hope.

Look to those who know the truth:
What is not love
cannot be God.

Hate destroys.
Love restores.
There is your answer.

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