You wouldn’t know it from looking at the outside, but we live in a Fun House. That’s right, we do. Only the walls know what goes on when we’re not home, and they’ve managed to remain mute for nearly two decades now.
I’ll give you two examples of the fun that can be had:
First off, there isn’t a source of natural light anywhere in the house at 5am. So, when I go into the closet (always careful to close myself in so one of the cats doesn’t sneak in and hide in there the whole work day without a litter box) I carefully choose what I”m going to wear for work. Because of the light, though, I’ve frequently gotten the color scheme wrong. Let’s just say that it’s always a surprise what I’ve picked out to wear for the day, and I don’t know what that it is until I get into my office and look down. Frequently that means that what I thought was brown is actually green, and what I thought was black is actually blue, etc.
Second example: There’s always one cat out of five that has perfected talents unbeknownst to any of us. Today one of them exhibited the ability to set off a window alarm. As I plodded down the sleet covered flagstone that is my front sidewalk (with as much grace as a 99 year old), returning home from a long Monday in Hell (work), I heard a noise. “An alarm? WTF?”
Peering through the front windows, there wasn’t a cat to be seen anywhere. Normally there are at least 3 snoozing in the sun at one pair of windows, lazily gazing at me with annoyance. “Did you have to come home now and wake me up?”
Not this time. Not a fuzzball anywhere, but the window alarm was screeching merrily. Enough to drive even the cats crazy apparently. How that talented individual managed to accomplish this without the other 4 cats meowing a hairball out of him, I’m not sure. I doubt, however, that he’ll pull a stunt like that one again anytime soon.
More later. Cheers for now!
حقا، والله هو الرحيم ومغرم الرحمة، وقال انه يعطي لالرأفة وما لا يعطي على قاسية
“Verily, God is Compassionate and is fond of compassion, and He gives
to the compassionate what He does not give to the harsh.”
Do they do it for Allah, the mass killings, the videos, with their bare
hands twisting mercy into ribbons of blood and their prayers
flying on the sour winds of hatred to stain the heavens?
Is a human being better off without a head, and the gesture becomes
the waving flag of Love? لن تدخلوا الجنة حتى يكون لديك الإيمان. وأنك لن يكمل إيمانك حتى تحبوا بعضكم بعضا.
“You will not enter paradise until you have faith. And you will not complete your faith
until you love one another.” Love- Not the wily hand servant of power,
not the densely woven fabric of terror, not the tricky mirror of self righteousness.
Love like a crown of Light yields no space for the heavy helm of delusion.
هل تحب خالقك؟ أحب المخلوقات زميل الخاص بك أولا.
“Do you love your creator? Love your fellow creatures first.”
Where does compassion live within Islamic State? Compassion. الرحمة.
© Tina Zabielski 2011-2019