The sunsets over the house have been nothing short of inspirational since our recent move.
With the courtyard still a sandy pit which is a way off being completed, the only bit of color around me is in the few pots plants that are scattered about, therefore these fiery canvases each night infuses me with joy as the sky is saturated in colors so vibrant and alive.
Perhaps it is the result of cyclones working their way down the coast that is creating these stunning vistas, or maybe it is simply God painting a masterpiece to celebrate the ending of each day.
Just sitting and Being is enough to have me lost in awe for hours.
For as day becomes evening, and evening becomes night, I am transported home to realms of another life, in another world, far far away...............
After three weeks of newspaper curtains we now have blinds.
White wood look on all the front windows and,
Sunscreen blinds on the back sliding door, that not only provide privacy, but also cool the house too.
Not being allowed to erect any structures to provide shade in the courtyard is insane given the climate here, and having lived in the house for three weeks I realized that I needed something that was practical in combating the heat of the afternoon sun, not something that was aesthetically pleasing.
Actually, I am rather pleased with the finished product as once the garden is done I still have a view of the outside even when the blinds are down.
Yesterday was Spirit's first time outside since we moved three weeks ago.
He had been such a good boy, only indicating a desire to go out a couple of times.
Not certain what to expect I simply prayed that he would be safe, and I trusted did not panic and run off in fright.
Letting him sniff his way around our still barren garden I left him to his own devices and went back inside to await his return.
An hour later I spied him up on the garage roof.
He seemed to favor this view for inspecting his new domain, he paraded around up here for about half an hour, until he saw a better, higher, vantage point.
Along the fence top he sauntered on his way to investigate the house rooftop.
Which seemed like a great idea at the time.
He could not get down.
All I could hear was his distressed cries as he ran from side to side, apparently the down pipe covers did not assist him in getting down, and try as I might I could not find anything that would get me high enough to reach him.
Deciding that if I left him alone to dwell on his predicament he would figure out a way down so reluctantly I went inside leaving him to it.
Five minutes later he was at the back door meowing to be let inside, where he stayed for the remainder of the day.
Seems it is all a little too much for him out there, bless his heart, it must seem like we have moved to the moon.
He went out again briefly this morning, he was still out when I left to run a few errands, I thought that he would be okay for a half and hour or so, but turns out I was wrong.
Returning home I found a rather distressed Spirit waiting by the gate, shouting at me as I opened the garage door, I think he was telling me that he does not mind going outside for a few minutes, but how dare I leave him out here all alone.
Since then he has retreated to 'their' room and has shown no interest in leaving the house anytime soon.............
While Spirit keeps watch over his new domain (complete with tufts of Tarmies fur in his mouth,) I relaxed and enjoyed an afternoon of being with my cats.
Those who have never experienced the unconditional love of an animal have missed out of the holiest love of all, which is why I suppose I am drawn to animal companions rather than human ones, they speak my language, they love without conditions.
Gazing into Tarmies eyes is like seeing into heaven, the love that is beamed back to me is humbling, our bond is a gift, one I know that Tarmie is also aware of.
Pixie has also mellowed in this house, seems that the vibration of peace seeps out of the walls and into all who reside here, Pixie is hiding less and coming for cuddles and play more frequently. Spirit also has changed, he is calmer and more tactile too, even instigating the play session not only with his siblings but also with me.
Calm serenity cocoons us in a bubble of peace that is moving us all to a new place of Being..............
Pixie and I had a bit of girl time after I finished unpacking the contents of my therapy room tonight, although I had sorted out a lot of stuff prior to moving, still more things were discarded, heading to the charity shops.
Sitting back and feeling the energy I was pleased with the flow that is beginning to run through the house.
Less feels right.
I still have some things that seem to chase me about the house as if pleading to stay, funny how all my Buddha's (except one) seem to be finding alternative accommodation, apparently they too are no longer required.
There are little things to do now inside, a shelf for the microwave, light fittings to put up and pictures to hang, then the inside is mainly done.
Then it is just the gardens to do, the front I have sorted in my mind, but the courtyard out the back is proving to be a challenge as there are covenants in place that restrict certain ideas I had for providing shade.
I will just have to sit and listen, I am certain I will hear the whispers as inspiration seeps in through the door and into my heart..............
This morning two balls left by Pixie I expect who has an annoying habit of playing soccer on the bed as I sleep.
Although, maybe it was Tarmal who was the culprit this time, wasting not a moment once he knew I was awake, settling himself down for his morning cuddle whilst maintaining possession of his toys...................