Zen Cool Kitten

It is said that the Tantric experience is cool rather than hot. Thus, a Tantric version of Paris Hilton would instead chime, "That's cool." My teacher is always encouraging us to use this lens beyond the bedroom, and I've toyed with it for some time now without huge results, but, all of a sudden, I seem to have fully integrated this knowledge.

Likewise, my beloved Dr. Loretta Standley often speaks of spiritual romance, and I didn't realize it until today, but boy, am I in love! Today as the priest performed last rites on my grandmother, he was reading this passage, and I'm going to have to call him on his cell phone tomorrow to find out exactly what it was, but it sounded like a love letter. To me. To everyone. I know it sounds crazy, but it was so beautiful I had to hold back the tears.

Dr. Standley sees God as the Father, whereas I usually envision the Universe, but this evening I got a glimpse through her eyes.

My kitty Blake is a bad boy. When he isn't sleeping, he terrorizes his surroundings, knocking things off shelves and crying incessantly to get whatever he wants at the time, that is, until cuddles ensue late at night. Needless to say, he had to be locked in his room while the priest was here. With my "Thank you, Father," Blake was unleashed upon the household once more. He started brushing up against my legs, looking to earn some extra food, so I picked him up, scratched his precious white chin a bit, and let go, expecting him to immediately jump free. Surprisingly, he remained. Still. Tranquil. Just drinking it all in.

He would eventually bounce off of my thighs and onto better things, but those 25 seconds were magic. Right then, when he wasn't fussing and complaining and trying to make things happen for himself, my wish was to simply give him everything. Immense generosity that perhaps only a parent would know. Thus meandered a mind briefly imprinted with the word "Father." Quite the education.

I believe the Universe wants to give me everything, and it is asking that I be calm and cool rather than clamoring to receive. Flossie already told me this two years ago, and it's finally sunk in. In the placid, there is power, so stay zen, my little cool cats.