It was a Black Saturday. I was on my way to meet my friends across the park. My home was a kilometer away from the park and so I decided to walk instead of taking the jeepney instead. When I walk, I usually listen to my iPod and just follow the pace of the song. The playlist picked up the classic “Someone to Watch Over Me” sung by Lea Salonga. Before I knew it, I was following the pace of the song. The feeling, the yearning. They were so delicious.
Something in me said, “You deserve somebody to watch over you.”
But of course, before that happens a lot of decluttering should be done in my heart. A clean start is better than romance started hastily. After the bad stuff I have experienced with my ex, I have this idea now what person I want to attract (TAKE NOTE: ATTRACT NOT FIND!) in my life.
For now, all I could think of is nourishing myself with the delicious of my company. Others have said that I didn’t look like I had a heartbreak. Some have said that I look like I have sprinted way past moving on. I would take these a compliments, gifts to be cherished and touchstone for me; indicators that the night is way over.
And the light has shone.
You know the feeling after the war. The debris lie around. And all you have to do is pick up the pieces. Clear the rubble and the corpses lying around. But you keep on thinking that there is nothing else to do but to clear things up and start anew.
I have written here that my cat has given birth to three kittens. I decided to keep the black one. The other two will be open for adoption. My cat needs to be neutered as soon as she weans her kittens. She has a very active sexual activity (more than the owner), and we cannot afford keeping more kittens from her.
The black kitten is of good temperament. She is very inquisitive and lovely. The first black I have, I hope she does bring the promises of keeping a black cat at home. I have read that black cats used to be revered at homes of Egyptians and were given special status in the family. What was horrid was that kitties were associated with sorcery during the middle ages. Many black cats and their owners were burned at stake because of the suspicions of witchcraft.
I do not know but I have this special affinity with the black kitten. Intuition? Or a gift from above?
My Happiness Project 