I miss my baby boy. I haven’t been around much the last few months but I have been going through a lot. My sweet fur baby left me last Saturday and I’m in so much pain over it. Mommy misses you, Beezel. I just know I will cuddle you again. 💔😢 #fuckkidneydisease
Hump Day: The View from the Peak
The midpoint of the week is rarely a flat plain; it is more like the high shelf in the pantry—difficult to reach, slightly precarious, but offering the most superior vantage point.
From this height, the frantic energy of Monday has settled into a steady hum. You are no longer climbing; you are observing. In the philosophy of the feline, Wednesday is the day of the Calculated Gaze. It is the moment to pause, twitch your whiskers at the horizon, and decide exactly which shadows are worth chasing for the remainder of the week.
If the "hump" feels steep, remember: a Maine Coon doesn't worry about the height of the jump; they simply adjust their focus and let gravity work in their favor. Take a breath of that cool, mid-week air. The descent toward the weekend is where the momentum lives.
#Philosopurr #HumpDayWisdom #MidweekMomentum #ThomasTheMaineCoon #DarkCottagecore #CelestialCycles #TheCalculatedGaze #CozyIntellectual #MossAndMoonlight #WednesdayVibes
Still miss you, my baby. I wish the rainbow bridge had visiting hours. I am still holding your tiny paw and your sweet little heart in mine, until we meet again. Love you, so much. Make sure to hold tight the piece of my heart that you hold. Mommy loves you. 🐾💛😿🫶🏻
I miss my baby boy. I haven’t been around much the last few months but I have been going through a lot. My sweet fur baby left me last Saturday and I’m in so much pain over it. Mommy misses you, Beezel. I just know I will cuddle you again. 💔😢 #fuckkidneydisease
“The fox has a long history of magic and cunning associated with it. Because it is a creature of the night, it is often imbued with supernatural power.
It is often most visible at the times of dawn and dusk, the “Between Times” when the magical world and the world in which we live intersect.
It lives at the edges of forests and open land-the border areas. Because it is an animal of the “Between Times and Places,” it can be a guide to enter the Faerie Realm.
Its appearance at such times can often signal that the Faerie Realm is about to open for the individual. In the Orient, it was believed that faxes were capable of assuming human form.
In ancient Chinese lore, the fox acquires the faculty to become human at the age of 50, and on its hundredth birthday, it becomes either a wizard or a beautiful maiden who will ultimately destroy any man unlucky enough to fall in love with her.
“There are several American Indian tribes that tell tales of hunters who accidentally discovered their wives were foxes.”
This is very symbolic of the idea of magic being born within the feminine energies, and that unless a male can recognize the magic of the feminine-in himself or others-and learn to use it to shapeshift his own life, it will ultimately lead to destruction.”
― Ted Andrews, Animal Speak: The Spiritual & Magical Powers of Creatures Great & Small