Celebrating 5/9ths Today

Nine years ago my beautiful baby boy Five was born. It was an auspicious day. I had just begun a very deep spiritual training that has brought about more changes than I can even begin to fathom and am still benefitting from.

Five came into my life early November 2004. He came in under very sad circumstances. I had just suddenly lost my beloved cat Zephyr to a fatal fall off of my mantel. Francy, Ralfie and I were in desperate need of life,  new young innocent kitten life.

At 8 Weeks old I met Five at Anti-Cruelty in downtown Chicago. I was unsure if I was doing the right thing adopting a baby kitten so close to the death of Zephyr.  Five was very patient, playing in my purse as I had my existential crisis. Then I looked at him and he told me he was ready and so was I. The match was made.

Five is named for my favorite number. It is a symbol of freedom and that is definitely what Five (the cat) stands for. He has always been my greatest advocate for spiritual growth. My clients know him well as he hops between my lap and theirs during a reading session.

He is probably the hardest working cat I know. I always know that when I fly Five will be in the cockpit making sure that everything goes smoothly. He patrols my house and if there is ever any noise that is out of the ordinary he is the first to reassure. He helps many animals that I work with through my animal communication to feel at ease and relax. My DBF (dear boyfriend) enjoys hearing Five’s reports on the house, food situation and other cats’ activities.

Every year that I spend with Five I learn more about him and find more love. Thank you Five for bringing your amazing healing gifts to my home and sharing them with not only me but my clients, too.

In honor of your special day, FIve, I hope you enjoy your brand new litter box. A practical gift for a practical cat.

(FIve while writing blog post. He sat right there until post was complete.)

Remembrance

My friend Cynthia Malaran put the site Watching The Changes
together just days after September 11, 2001. It is a montage of images she took from her bedroom in NYC over the course of many years ending, suddenly, on 9/11/01.


As the years pass I find that this is still one of the most powerful representations of the experience. It has distance but is no less haunting. The images may be small but no less graphic. We are allowed a peek into another perspective.


We were shown so clearly that day our next step. It continues to take years for us to understand what that means for each of us, individually. People tell me of their remembrance rituals in honor of that day; some fly, some pray, some take stock in all the joy in their lives.


Thank you Cynthia for showing this innocent vulnerable side and keeping it alive so that we may continue to learn and grow. May we never forget all of the opportunities presented to us for forgiveness and continue to be filled with love.