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If you have ever wondered if big cats react to catnip in the same way that small cats do, this clip iq for you. By the way, your answer is yes. Enjoy.
I love elephants they resonate deeply with me and make me super happy, so i make no excuses for reblogging this glorious shot.
#Om #shanti - Written in stone. #puntagalera #rocks #tourism #walking #beach #instagram #instagrammers #zen #philosophy #iphone #iphoto #iphonography #photography #ibiza #autumn #2013 (at Playa de Punta Galera / Sa Galera)
#WhenThePartyIsOver #ibiza #autumn #2013 #tourism walking hand in hand, a lot of climbing, sunbathing. November is truly magical. #instagram #instagrammers #iphoto #iphonography #iphone #photography #landscape #rocks #islandlife (at Playa de Punta Galera / Sa Galera)
Flames jump, logs crackle
Slow burning red embers of
Thoughts and cedar cones
Days like these make me feel like writing a haiku.
That I have finally organised the shipment of the largest part of my old Parisian life and successfully transplanted it to this beautiful island is a result better than Manchester United climbing the league and winning. When I took my head out of my arse and finally started to break the apartment down I realised that I couldn’t do it alone and more than that, I needed a LOT of help. So I asked for a lot of help, put my cosmic request out there every night before bedtime and funnily enough I could have heard a fly fart on the moon for the clamour of people offering their services day in day out … Wow… I was stunned into and by the silence. Thankfully, some unexpected angels replied (not the ones I expected to either) and they happily, willingly and freely came to lend a hand on the days and nights when it mattered most and until the job was done.
For that selfless service I know I can never really repay them all but I will be forever grateful. Thank you, all of you (including those not pictured) - you know who you are.
They say that moving house is the third most stressful thing to happen to anyone in life next to getting married and burying somebody and I can only agree. Between you and me, compared to the last two times I have moved (London to Paris then nine years later, Paris to Ibiza) I have walked away from write-off car crashes that have done less damage and have drained me a lot less physically, emotionally, psychologically and spiritually. In it’s own way, moving house is a mixture of all three elements: somewhere in the midst of cleaning and clearing every room and cupboard, in between deciding what to keep and what to get rid of, in the midst of packing, labelling and loading and then storing every box, then unpacking and placing every item at the other end there is death, deliverance, awakening and marriage in process. There at the end of the old life and the things it entailed that are not carried forward there is a beautiful awakening to this fresh, new start and as the pieces fall into place the union of the Self with the new life becomes complete.
Maybe this goes a bit too deep. Maybe my words are too flowery. But this is how it always is for me - and consequently why I don’t like moving around too much. When I move house I move to live, I don’t live to move.
To those people whom I asked but didn’t / couldn’t or wouldn’t help me, don’t worry, for sure I still love you: I know how it is and I understand that when people make themselves scarce when help moving house is required it is not to be taken personally. Moving house is stressful, knackering, hard work for all involved and I stand guilty as charged for having made myself scarcer than the hairs on a old man’s head on more than one occasion and with more than one friend before they could even break the seal on a 20 metre roll of bubble wrap. Thus, I humbly accept my sudden lack of friends back in March and my recent moving situation at the end of September as the result of karma meeting human nature meeting a few guardian angels with its headlights on full beam and some blessings in its tail winds.
And yes -I can fully recommend Webb’s Removals for international moving services - I couldn’t have done the second part of my move without them. Bill - you are a star!
Do you remember The Weather Project?
Yes - I posted pictures of this on my website the week after (pre-digital cameras). This exhibition is where my love affair with Olafur Eliasson started.
cut out cat
Beautiful illustration of a cat - silhouette? black cat? cut out and keep? Makes no difference to me. I will have it any way it is served being the crazy cat lover that I am. If I ever write a children’s book I would love the illustrations to look like this.