n.2 ‘’The feline king and the proud rooster’’
As the chicken pecks seeds off of the ground, the cat takes up most of the space on the tiny table on which I’m writing. Senior El Cato was here before me. Who would I be to dethrone him from his rightful seat? This is his kingdom after all.
I do no such calamity and write with half my book dangling over nothing.
Today I woke up to the faraway sounds of snarling dogs.
Woken out of a dream that ended with some Neil Young lyrics:
‘’Don’t let it bring you down, it’s only castles burning
Find someone who’s turning and you will come around’’
I dreamt about my dad. I rarely do anymore.
He’s been on the other side for such a long time,
I barely think about him.
I believe dreams can be interpreted many different ways. Its meanings are subjective and fluid. Nevertheless, like most before me, I’m on a travel trajectory to experience more of myself and to uncover a new sense of sovereignty within.
And so, I advance with curiosity.
Now, since I never truly had a dad, maybe the idea of a dad represents the grounded empowerment I’m looking for. Also, in the dream state, my father asked ME for advice.
To which I replied those Neil Young lyrics.
My own dad, or the idea of grounded sovereignty asking ME for advice makes me think that the answers are within and that I am already my own master.
I just need to listen.
Now, as I said, interpretations are fluid and mostly for fun.
Nonetheless, I decide to take it as a sign of faith tugging me gently towards a life of trust and intuition. Speaking of trust, did you ever find yourself the crossroads between the pull to act at the instant and the rational mind trying to explain away the urge?
Akin to stumbling over one’s feet, toppling over face flat on the ground, and the opportunity to act has passed?
Since I come from music and improvisation, I am very familiar with that crossroad.
These days, I’m fostering a sense of flexibility and sharpness in order to bring more responsiveness in these moments where it counts.
From music to Life
From chaos to musicality
From serious sternness to childlike play.
As I’m writing, the rooster crows proudly, chest high and tall standing.
No hesitation
No second thoughts
No shame
He is as he is and does not hide any of it.
Maybe there’s a thing or two I can learn from that rooster.
Hang on, I’ll go and bribe him into teaching me his tricks.
I’ll be right back!
