Journaling for creativity
Friday, April 3, 2015
Making decisions
“Although
it may seem ironic, zebras’ black and white stripes actually serve as
camouflage. Since they generally travel together in large numbers, their main
predators, lions, often cannot select one zebra within a herd and are instead
confused by a hypnotic play of colors before them. Thus, they hold off their
pursuits until they can clearly distinguish a single zebra. Interestingly, this
dilemma easily translates into the realm of decision making.”
Friday, March 27, 2015
Saturday, March 21, 2015
Fish of many colors
Fish of many colors
OR
Part of a dream, I saw many big fish each in a different color but all dotted with white big dots. They were returned to the water one by one by a man trying to make them swim up the stream. The exquisite colors made me happy. Also thinking of the famous dreamer, Joseph the one who had a coat of many colors.
Saturday, March 14, 2015
Friday, March 13, 2015
Naming a cat
To name a cat
To name a cat
To name a cat
Keren said that since she (our new cat), is
white and a replacement for Meir, who died just a few months prior, we should name her Penina
like the one in the poem we all liked so much. It said something like “Meir met Penina next to the
garbage pan…” I couldn’t remember the exact words because the book was left
behind when we left our home in Israel together with all the books I used to
read to the girls. Meir was a definite favorite, especially the poem about him
falling from the third floor balcony, and
his voice becoming fainter and fainter as he was getting closer to the ground
and away from the balcony. But cats always fall on the paws and so he was good
and ready to meet Penina in the next chapter of the book.
“I don’t think so, “I said, holding firm to my side of the
discussion. “A cat from the garbage is one thing, but this old fashion name? “I
looked at this beautiful female cat I just purchased with all my money and she
looked at me with her clear blue eyes. No,
this will not do! To give this lovely kitten a name that belongs to a wrinkly
old lady.
So how about ‘Chatul’ Tal just had to bud-in, enjoying the
growing tension. It is Hebrew for a male cat,
and I knew she was using Chuck’s mother’s favorite story on how they named her
favorite female Schnauzer ‘Kekev’ that is
Hebrew for a male dog. But by the time the mistake was discovered it was too late to change the name and she remained
‘Kelev’ for the rest of her life.
“I don’t think this is funny,” I was getting irritated yet
realizing everyone else is having fun on my account I kept my cool. Naming
while some people find it easy is a constant hurdle in my family. Each one of
the girls was at risk of remaining nameless or ‘the baby,’ if not for my parents
and other concerned relatives pushing us to “be serious and name the baby.”
I was well aware of the danger of not naming the cat
immediately as she stepped into our house. I am also a true believer in the
power of names to make a statement, both about the one who names and the one
who is being named. Often, so I heard, a change of a name can change one’s life;
have a healing effect open the door to success, and so much more.
At that point my husband stepped in, with
one look assessed the situation and quick to act, as usual, declared “I don’t
understand what the problem, she is white like snow, so snow is a perfect name
for her, and in Hebrew ‘Sheleg’” and so it came to be that my beautiful white,
blue eyed cat is carrying such a mundane name.
Fortunately, she does not mind. I did sneak a quick peek to the
numerological meaning of her name which said in this exact words; “Represents
high verbal expression, understanding and intuition gifted, charismatic and
kindhearted. Have a tendency to innovate, dynamic, supportive and
understanding. Often think about others and not about themselves. Kind,
sympathetic, generous, support and help, direct, with confidence, may be too
stubborn and dominance.”
I am not sure about the kindness, understanding and support,
but when she nudges me in the middle of the night or trying to push her way
into my space in the bed, I nod with resignation, she cannot avoid it,
stubbornness and dominance is part of her naming.
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