tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136904882540860539.post6439307778776854880..comments2022-12-01T17:25:22.519-06:00Comments on Chasing The Asson: SuperstitionUrbanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06019262251107123583noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136904882540860539.post-63935051454789566882011-12-19T21:31:32.912-06:002011-12-19T21:31:32.912-06:00Sabbath is amazing. A working cat, indeed. I can...Sabbath is amazing. A working cat, indeed. I can tell by his body language that he is a proud tom and knows his business well. <br /><br />My black cat also has a job, he's an anti-anxiety working animal, predicts my mood swings, and can settle me down whenever I start to have a weeping fit. He was aptly named Mr. Snuggles because that's what he is, a "snuggles" cat who is so filled with love, he can heal you with the warmth of his body. He even gives "hugs" -- wraps his front two paws around your neck and squeezes your face closer to his own -- whenever he does that it amazes people. I didn't name him or adopt him, he came to me. Crossed my path one dark and lonesome midsummer eve's night. I'll have to retell that story someday at my new blog at wordpress.<br /><br />I believe black cats are especially lucky. I seem to always have one in my life. I never plan it, they just keep coming back! Even when I was a child I had a black cat companion with me. Who knows? Perhaps this Witch has had the same reincarnated black cat familiar time and time again?<br /><br />In any case, I treasure all cats. And, like you, I often eat the whole fortune cookie before reading the fortune... to encourage good luck! ;-) Happy trails!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136904882540860539.post-22357729110727300822010-03-30T21:06:11.914-05:002010-03-30T21:06:11.914-05:00Superstition... there is a lot of that going on my...Superstition... there is a lot of that going on my country. For instance, you can't open an umbrella indoors because it supposedly brings bad luck. You're also not allowed to say that babies are beautiful for whatever reason. You should say they are 'ugly'. How stupid is that? Looking at a baby and saying "ugly baby" instead of "pretty baby".<br /><br />Then there's this thing that you cannot sweep dust out of your house after dark. Don't ask me why that is, it just is that way. Also, when you come in after twelve at night, you have to enter your house facing the street. Supposedly bad spirits cannot enter your house then. Also, when a baby is teething, you're not allowed to say that she's teething.<br /><br />There are more, of course, but these are the ones I could think of off the top of my head.Crazy Humoroushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07106137205973795591noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136904882540860539.post-85863460155663440782010-03-17T09:12:56.397-05:002010-03-17T09:12:56.397-05:00Claudya,
The kitten is alive and playing by rolli...Claudya,<br /><br />The kitten is alive and playing by rolling on the ground.Urbanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06019262251107123583noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136904882540860539.post-7318817207753562922010-03-14T13:11:58.708-05:002010-03-14T13:11:58.708-05:00I love black cats! Btw, this kitten is alive doesn...I love black cats! Btw, this kitten is alive doesn´t? xoxoCDADhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14092382836196486608noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136904882540860539.post-86845127856370304532010-03-11T15:13:13.769-06:002010-03-11T15:13:13.769-06:00Another great post!
Fearing the dark means we fear...Another great post!<br />Fearing the dark means we fear what we see when we shut our eyes. <br />One of the most misunderstood and misrepresented phrases is "dark night of the soul." In modern usage it means spiritual despair, loneliness and angst. But St.John of the Cross used the phrase and concept to describe the entire messy and marvelous process of spiritual discovery and eventual union with God. He wrote of turmoil and peace, doubt and deliverance. He called it a "happy night..more lovely than the dawn." The poem opens with the lines: "On a dark night/burning with love and longing" That doesn't sound like angst to me, it sounds like joy. How we manged to lose the beauty in that darkness is beyond me.<br /><br />Darkness is, as you describe, a journey of claiming one's own power and/or surrender to one's higher power. We all must face it alone, and somehow make it our own.Saumhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05684586617971796705noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1136904882540860539.post-60802704140032589922010-03-11T06:48:38.019-06:002010-03-11T06:48:38.019-06:00Your family superstition about the ducks kind of r...Your family superstition about the ducks kind of reminds me of Chris and mine about mattresses... If we pass a car or truck moving a set of mattresses on top, we know it's going to rain. But maybe that's just a manifestation of one of the most general of all superstitions: Murphy's Law. The penultimate pessimistic superstition.padspawsnclawshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10947647884289752172noreply@blogger.com