Kismet Ninjapuss, is home. All is well.
I was sitting out in my backyard, the other day. Contemplating my life as usual. I’m really, quite content.
Did I help someone today? Several, thank you. I am comfortably sheltered and have my own transport. I’m not starving or worried I might be raped or killed, every day.
I have my art.
I Am Purple
I have a son who’s kind, smart, respectful, adventurous, and funny. He’s not afraid to cry and dreams vividly. He also loves cats. He rescued Kismet when she was barley weened. Downtown Tucson, three days before graduation. It took me two weeks to socialize her to people. I had a long, pheasant feather that kept getting shorter and shorter as she played with it. I found a veterinarian who loves my massage work, does trades and does house calls! This cat was meant to be with us. I have not had a cat since my son was born. 19 years. I really missed having a four legged housemate. She loves the garden as much as I do. I think.
I have a ghetto pond. I just dug a hole, lined it and put water, a lily and a fish in it. It’s under the rain spout, so it gets a fresh refill when it rains and the run off fertilizes the garden. Everything is thriving.
I have this island of life in my backyard. I love to sit and watch the insects, lizards, birds and plants. Interacting with each other. Then, the cat comes and everything changes. It’s survival of the fittest and shit just got real.
Sacred Datura grows wild in my garden. A cholla skeleton protects lizards and props up the datura. Yarrow is slowly creeping across the ground. Battling for space with alyssum, alfalfa, clover and the assorted wild flower/weed. Rosemary, sweet marjoram, spearmint, parsley, and horehound are sprinkled around between the lion’s mane flowers that have reseeded themselves quite efficiently. I want to make seed bombs. I want to be a guerrilla gardener.
I don’t have a lot of money, but I do consider myself wealthy. I know that I’m much better off than so many, other people. I am grateful for all I have.