Endless Sleep And The Jazz Cat

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“Cats have it all – admiration, endless sleep and company only when they want it”

   – Rod McKuen

It’s August ,and being a Leo myself, it’s feline time.

Pictured is our, now sadly gone, family cat Mingus (named for the Afro-American jazz great Charles Mingus), who was an excellent sleeper but great company too when he actually woke (and wanted it).

I was even suckered into this admiring shot while he slept in the sun…damn!

A very idiosyncratic beast he was. Preferred human food over cat food and could sense when someone was sick, and stay close by. Liked music.He was a La Perm breed (aka the “Alpaca Cat”); had unusual wool-like fur that would freak people out a bit when touching it.

A story about the cat and his name: I watched the 1968 black and white documentary on Mingus (the jazz one) with a friend in London. In the doco, Charlie wanders around his New York loft muttering random stuff and at one point fires a loaded rifle into the ceiling, bringing down paint and dust. Just a little unhinged, really. Years later we had just got Mingus (the feline), and I told my friend his name over the phone. He asked whether he was black. I said, no, just slightly crazy..

Ok, done.This blog’s sole cat meme is officially out of the way…

The Relentless vs The Sentinel

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What a match up! The Pacific Ocean against Sentinel Rock in Northland, New Zealand.

Continual surf crashes upon,and tidal motion swirls around and over, the rocks.

Pummeled.

24/7.

Every day and every night.

It’s epic, and relentless.

But still the Sentinel holds its ground, and stands guard.

Life is just as relentless as the ocean waves and tides.

It is hard to be rocklike in the face of attrition, I know. It’s easy to let your guard down when it feels there is no respite.

And there are times when I feel submerged but still manage to pull through,somehow.

And at those times I am grateful to people who are my “rocks”, shining concepts I cling to, and whatever higher power there is that guards me against destruction…

 

The Descent

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Ok, right turn, straight down, left turn….then what?

Just remember these simple directions:

“The descent to Hades is the same from every place.”

  – Anaxagoras (Greek philosopher)

No believer in a physical hell, but metaphysically, yeah, and we can all find it alright.

If you feel yourself going down, grip tight the proverbial handrail, or latch onto any inspiration that will make you realise that stairs work in two directions…

Wilder

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“Going to the woods is going home, for I suppose we come from the woods originally. But in some of nature’s forests, the adventurous traveler seems a feeble, unwelcome creature; wild beasts and the weather trying to kill him, the rank, tangled vegetation, armed with spears and stinging nettles, barring his way and making life a hard struggle.”

         – John Muir (Scottish-American naturalist and writer)

Nowadays , when we are encouraged to find our “wild side”, we don’t really mean anything that would instill fear in us, or cause us pain.

It’s more like an extravagant extra, something different that takes us out of our humdrum existence.

A bungy  jump; a raging party; acquiring some “edgy” art or clothes ; or a trip to somewhere off the usual “tourist trail”. Preferably something that can be posted on social media after the event…

But definitely not something we have to endure, or survive.

My own experience with hellish life events outside my control that took me to dark and wild places (nowhere I would choose), was exactly those two things. You too may have gone unwillingly into your own wild woods…

The words of Muir resonate with me as I think about those times: I knew with absolute certainty that everything could hurt me, anything could have my number.

The feeling of being utterly lost, blocked at every turn, and with each moment fraught with pain and danger, will stay with me always. It has changed my outlook on life, changed me.

The true wild transforms you.

If you survive it that is…

 

 

Birds Of Paradise

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Flora corner: Bird of Paradise (also called crane flower) plants seen on the weekend.

You either love or hate them, but they are striking and individualistic.

Mimicking a bird’s head with plumage or with petals like a bird in flight – take your pick – they make a statement of unique style that would be the envy of any fashionista.

Go with your own style I say – nobody totally inhabits it like you!

 

Lift

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“I think it is incumbent on anyone who can, to lift human dignity to the highest possible levels, maintaining one’s own and helping to raise that of others.”

        – Henry Rollins

Great words from former Black Flag frontman and spoken word artist Henry Rollins.

Emphasises to me the togetherness of humanity – sometimes you will be the lifter (when you can) and sometimes the one lifted up (when you need to be).

As an aside, Rollins has also been a keen lifter of weights and famously said of the iron he lifted:

“The  Iron is the great reference point, the all knowing perspective giver. I have found the Iron to be  my greatest friend……..Friends may come and go but two hundred pounds is always two hundred pounds.”

I agree…what gets lifted, and what lifts us up … is the Truth.

Tiny Temple

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Pictured: one really tiny temple, on a little rock outcrop, beside a small river of running water.

Spiritual harmony in miniature.

This is an Asian-styled water feature at the entrance to my favourite Vietmamese restaurant in Otahuhu, Auckland (which ,by the way, has a killer banh mi roll…to die for!)

The little water garden is by far the prettiest thing about the place, which is a very ordinary boxlike 1960s office remade into an eatery without too much actual remaking having gone on, with kleenex for napkins.

But you come for the warm welcome and some of the best cheap eats in town, gathered with your friends or family.

Call me shallow(as a water feature river), but that is the sort of spiritual harmony that I can relate to!

The Boy At The Foot Of The Cliff

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Took this shot earlier in the year ,on summer holidays at the wondrous Mangawhai Heads, north of Auckland.

The head’s cliffs have been shaped and worn smooth through wind and sea action, and are almost building like in structure.

But it is the unknown lad scouring for coastal treasure that draws me into this scene .

Engrossed in his hunt, he is all earnest endeavour and innocent adventure.

He is early on in the greater adventure of life.

Looming above, the cliffs are yet to be scaled…but there to be scaled.

I hope he manages the climb of manhood safely and gets to take in the awesome view at the top.

I’ll never know…anyway, I’m still clambering up, one precarious foothold at a time…