She keeps getting hungry for things she can’t have. This time it’s an open faced roast beef sandwich with gravy and mashed potatoes.
Stop pouting, silly girl. You can have that. Maruetsu has tasty roast beef and you can make gravy and mashed potatoes yourself.
But no, she says, it’s not the taste. It’s the experience. She wants the sticky vinyl booth seats, the Formica tabletops, the milkshake served in a tall glass, the waitress named Myrtle dressed in a pink uniform and coiffed in a beehive. Then she and her boyfriend Bobby will climb into his Edsel and head for the sock hop at the school gym. She’ll wear her poodle skirt and sweater set and saddle shoes.
You can see where this is going.
Meditation Cat says…
Dwell neither in the past nor in the future. The past will always be what it was. The future will always be ahead. The present can only happen once. Be in it.
“Faster than a speeding bullet train! More powerful than a shinkansen locomotive! Able to leap Tokyo Tower at a single bound!”
“Look! Up in the sky!”
“It’s a bat!”
“It’s a rodent!”
“Yes, it’s Supermouse – strange visitor from another continent who came to Asia with powers and abilities far beyond those of mortal mice. Supermouse – defender of law and order, champion of equal rights, valiant, courageous fighter against the forces of hate and prejudice, who, disguised as Eda, slightly prickly editor for a large edutainment corporation, fights a never-ending battle for truth, justice and grilled cheese sandwiches.”
A variation of those words first hit the airwaves back in 1941 and they connect to a lot that has been going through my head as I attempt to cope with middle age and get some perspective on my life and my place in the universe.
Last week’s supreme court decision was a glimmering ray of hope from an America I am increasingly ashamed of, although it should surprise nobody that a conservative backlash is already growing. Why is it that people feel entitled to judge other people’s lifestyles? Why can’t they be satisfied with their own choices and accept what those choices bring?
I feel the same way about abortion. While it may be a religious issue for many, it isn’t for me, and you do not have a right to tell me what to believe. This should never have become a political issue in the first place. When does a fetus become a sentient being? This is a question that cannot be answered in court. Women must answer it for ourselves, and be prepared to live with our decisions. And it is none of anybody else’s business. Period.
The right to gun ownership raises similar flags. Under the constitution, you have a right to own a gun, but you do not have a right to scare me. And just how many coyotes are you and your machine gun expecting defend yourself from while shopping at Walmart? I’d be more frightened of your gun than the coyotes.
We all have the right to believe what we want to believe. But we do not have the right to tell others what to believe. At the same time, there are certain fundamentals I think most of us would accept. Without some common acceptance of the rules those rights and wrongs dictate, we’re left with chaos and anarchy.
It is commonly accepted that murder is wrong, but what about the woman who is systematically abused, both mentally and physically, and finally bashes in the asshole’s head with his bowling ball? Is that wrong?
Another grey area: lying is wrong, but little white lies (What a cute baby! It’s so nice to see you again!) don’t hurt anyone and can even do some good. Big black smelly lies, on the other hand (Nuclear power is safe! Smoking is cool!) can cause harm on a scale that is difficult to fathom.
So where do we draw the line? Just how much should government have to do with morality? I thought that two fundamental premises of the US government were religious freedom and separation of church and state, and yet that state tells us who we can marry and whether or not we will have children while it allows large corporations to poison our air and our water and our bodies.
And this body is now faced with yet another birthday. It’s been a better one than some of the past. The mind and body seem to be drawing great benefits from both yoga and meditation; the desire to smoke is gone, hopefully for good; I am finding strengths in myself I didn’t know I had. These are all good things. I think I’m finally understanding that old prayer about serenity and strength and wisdom. I will make an effort to carry those things with me into the future.
...if you can push your ego aside, you can open your heart and mind to what others are saying or feeling
without filtering or judgement,
appreciate them for what they are… and then decide to ignore them.
Hi! I’m Booty Cat. Meditation Cat is in a pissy mood thinking lofty thoughts
so I get to do a guest appearance. I don’t meditate. I don’t think lofty thoughts. I just hang onto the edge of this boot being adorable. I’m pretty good at it, don’t you think?
…sometimes it’s best to let Twitchy steal a bite of your sandwich.
She will pay you back with cuddles and purrs or she will bite your nose and blow fish breath in your face.
Not knowing which is one of the joys of life and one of the things that guarantees the sun will rise in the morning, it will rain if you forget your umbrella, the unusual thing you wanted will be available at the import store and you will misplace your favorite pen.
It is the good and the bad, the yin and the yang, that make life a mystical journey. If every day was rainbows and unicorns we would quickly learn to pass them by like strangers on the street, sneering and snarling our grouchy way through our days.
So smile at your knotted shoelace, your cracked tea cup, your broken fingernail, the cat hair in your coffee. These things can be retied, repaired, regrown, removed…or not. But they are also not the end of the world and the rainbows and unicorns will return when they’re good and ready.