Day two of my Wild Musings with Renee Magnusson.
I am obsessed with corgis. I just love them. They make my heart sing. I haven't had any in my adult life (opting for rescues and not finding corgi-crosses) but I grew up with two and, as an only child, considered them, along with our Siamese cat, as siblings. Their floofy butts. Their smiling faces. Their waddling walk. The eldest of the two we had, Kim (male), was completely loyal to me unless there was food handy. He was a plump ginger and white corgi and he sat by me for endless hours as I crouched on the stairs weeping and wailing, "No-one loves me except Kim!" This usually after I hadn't gotten my own way for something. When he left if he thought he heard food, my lament became "No-one loves me. Not even Kim!" But Kim always returned so I could hug him and bury my head in his short fur. On walks up the hills with my parents he used to corral me by running quick circles around my feet so I couldn't walk if I went out of sight of my parents. Kim lived to be 13, he'd been with me since I was 2 and my heart broke when we had to let him go. Decades later I visited a psychic who told me that I had a spirit guide, a mutli-coloured dog who I once knew. Kim! I immediately wanted it to be Kim. So why not? I felt protected and reassured. Another decade or more later and a different medium told me that a dog had come running as soon as I sat down. She had trouble describing his colour...not really brown, not reddish, some white...could it be like a ginger colour? I asked. "Yes! Ginger. You know this dog?" I explained about Kim being a spirit guide. "A dog as a spirit guide? Hhmm...why not?" Why not indeed. Rainbows that dance across my ceilings and floors fascinate me and lift my spirits. A kind woman I once knew had rainbows all across her living room when the sun shone in and I resolved to create that atmosphere in my own home. Crystals hang from all my windows. Lately I'm obsessed with the dragonfly Autumne sent, the gift of its visit, that jolt in the pit of my stomach before it landed on me, "Notice this!" Why me? Simply as a thank you for being there for her and her family? To let me know she's okay? My hope is that her family and close friends can be similarly reassured. Then I ponder all the other 'afterlife' reassurances I've had, relive each one. I'm obsessed with haiku, with recording my life in little snippets each day, a moment, a pause, a thought. My form of a daily journal. And reading haiku. I gobble it up unabashedly. Moment after moment after moment. I have cupboards and cupboards full of tea of all sorts. Yep. A wee bit obsessed there! I love the act of tea making even though I drink mine super weak and the comforting smell of it (all kinds) and how tea equals care for me. When I was growing up if ever someone needed to chat, the kettle always went on and a cuppa was shared. But I am also obsessed with my turquoise water bottle. And I carry it with me everywhere. It's the same style and colour as the one my son loaned me when we visited him in Arizona last year. I bought it from Amazon as soon as we got home: turquoise for me and purple for my hubby. Apart from that link, it resembles self care to me, makes me feel like I'm doing something nurturing for myself by drinking at least 2 bottles full each day. I had gotten super sick before that trip and a friend recommended drinking lots of water so I link the beginning to feel almost human again with drinking water. Then there's incense, especially nap champa, and fancy soaps (patchouli but also florals and Karma from Lush) and violet scented things like those violet candies (permaviolet? Am I making that up?) from when I was a kid. So many obsessions! So many rabbit holes! What are YOUR obsessions? Indulge them!
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AuthorWelcome! I'm Sue Blott: a writer of all things, a poet at heart, mom, wife, daughter, step-mom, grandma, tea drinker, tai chi-er, mystic, artist, dreamer...and now a blogger! This is my world. Categories |