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Pangur-bans Musings
Greetings from the White cat. For those of you who are not familiar with the story Pangur- ban translates as white cat. There was a Celtic monik who owned a white cat who became the eponymus hero of stories that the monk wrote in his spare time, what little he must have had,
I have been thinking lately about spirit or totem animals and how they chose us and not the other way round. It amazes me the totems that some people have I have two friends one has Layd bird as a totem ( what you in America would call a Ladybug) and the other has a Moth as hers. I have nothing quite as exotic as that mine being Wolf and Jackdaw. Here is a poem that was given to me just a few days ago by my totem, it's called the Big Bad Wolf. Or is he?
The Big Bad Wolf?
He was there again today, just watching
and waiting for me to acknowledge him.
Big Wolfy eyes glowing like molten gold,
full of timeless wisdom reaching out
from the spirit world.
As I gaze into those eyes I begin to see
what freedom means, the freedom of wildness.
I feel a change start in me a metamorphosis
my body merging with his bringing
a sense of freedom.
Let's run he says starting to bound away
across endless forests of the mind,
and I am lost, lost in the world of sound and scent
and the scurrying of little creatures.
But I am found as well, in him i find acceptance
the oneness and completeness of the pack.
All to soon its time to come to my senses and return.
This time is different though he leaves as well,
and comes with me as guide, protector and friend.
Pangurban 2007
I had some bad news a while back a friend of mine passed to the Summer lands. I had never met her and never knew her real name She was just Anna to me an online friend. She was a wonderfull artist but most of all a wonderful person.She lived with her illness and never bemoaned her lot. This is my tribute so that she will never be forgot.
In Requiem
Tears fall from my eyes, like the rain from a storm.
You are gone never again to grace this world with your presence.
You are gone and the pain in my heart will not go away.
Never again, will I speak to you,
Never again, will I laugh at your jokes (even the bad ones)
Never again, will I stand amazed at your talent.
Grief is such a selfish emotion wishing you not gone but still here with me. So I could reach out and say the things left unsaid.
Simple things like you are loved, wanted and needed.
But what is this to you. You who now fly on eagles wings set free.
You who now are free of the pain you carried with so much dignity.
You who are now safe in the arms of the Goddess, loved and safe.
To wish you back for even one second is a thought not best conceived,
But today life is a little bit duller, the colours a little bit weaker,
And you are missed.
Pangurban 2007
So till Next month Pangur-ban wishes you health and happiness. Now where did I leave that mouse?
author: Pangur-ban