lions, tigers, and bears - oh, my!

I'm a blog junkie. I admit it. Just like in all things, I have very eclectic and diverse tastes in blogs. One of my favorites is ZooBorns. The blog is dedicated to baby animals born into zoos the world over. The photos aren't always great, but the little animals are so so cute. Reading the blog never fails to bring a smile to my face.

All photos from ZooBorns

 I listen to the wind
to the wind of my soul
Where I'll end up
well, I think only God really knows

I sat upon the setting sun
But never never never
I never wanted water once
No never, never, never

I listen to my words
but they fall far below
I let my music take me
where my heart wants to go

I swam upon the Devil's lake
but never never never
I'll never make the same mistake
No never never never

 The Wind

Cat Stevens

My sister is nine years older than me. I worshipped her. Our tastes - in anything - are no longer similar, but when I was a kid I tried to be her and emulated her look, her likes, and her dislikes. One of the many things I adopted from her was her musical tastes - Joni Mitchell, John Denver, The Beatles, Maria Muldaur, Creedence Clearwater Revival, and...Cat Stevens. We both loooooved his music. His words and music had a profound influence on the development of my soul. It helped that my choir director - who I had a huge crush on - could be Cat Stevens' twin brother!

Today it is incredibly windy here - garbage cans rolling down the street, trees breaking, difficult to walk against the wind. Looking out the window in my nice warm house, I watched the wind and this Cat Steven song filled my mind.

beautiful day

What a beautiful day. The almond trees are in bloom. The sun was shining. The doors and windows could be open till evening. The kitties got to snooze in the sun. I got to take a couple of hours to sit outside and read, with Graycee curled napping in my lap. A truly lovely day. If only J were with me, it would have been perfect. Still, pretty close to perfect.

baby baby baby

I miss my baby. Okay, she's not a baby anymore. She's six. And I'll see her tomorrow. I still miss her - and, I admit, sometimes I miss the time when she was a baby.

passion

I seem to have lost my passion - for everything. I still feel awed by the beauty around me, but it doesn't lift my spirit. I haven't taken a photo in weeks - maybe longer. Nothing speaks to me. I feel completely disconnected from myself.

Me - a long, long, long time ago.

Ironically, I still play with Barbies,

although we no longer wear matching outfits.