This blog post is from my friend Candia who is writing about my soul sister Karla and her cat Joshua.
I have known Joshie (my nick-name for him) since he was 3 years old and to know him is to love him.
Joshua is the heart of Karla’s home and in a very real sense, it’s Grace. He came into her home having a very rough start as an abandoned kitten, so he had health issues and injuries from the street from the start. Because Joshua reminds us all no matter how battered and bruised our bodies are, how many challenges we face, it’s all about the love.
I said my goodbyes to my little friend the other night. Tearfully I whispered what a good boy he has been for his mom, what a guiding light he has been for us all.
“Joshua, you have been our Northstar.”
And that he has.
“Goodnight sweet prince, and may choirs of angels sing thee to thy rest.”
I’ll see you again, Joshua …..The Northstar.
Interesting how we view death. We fear it and emblazon deathly images on religious symbols praying to the gods to keep us safe. We put it out-of-mind and run like hell in the other direction. And yet it is something everyone must face.
I remember the opposite place; birth. When I was pregnant with my first son, waiting for dilation, I looked at everyone in the room thinking, “You were born,” “Oh, and you were born too.” ” Someone delivered you.” It helped relieve some of the worry knowing women have been delivering babies since time immortal. Birth gives us the natural balance for death, keeping hope alive within us, for good things to begin.
Yet, world over, death is an underlying force. Men use it as a fear factor, keeping people enslaved. Millions have literally died at the hands of despots and dictators who rule by the iron fist and torture…
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