A Mist Of Introspection

Tonight at sundown we transit into the Jewish high holiday of Yom Kippur.  This is a time of introspection, undisturbed by earthly distractions.  It’s time to note where one has not lived up to the mark of one’s highest aspirations.

Do you know the Carl Sandburg poem Fog?

Six lines of perfection, about how the fog comes in on little cat feet and, sitting on silent haunches, surveys harbor and city and then moves on.

I take my cue from Barnes.  I love the inquiring look on his face here.

I love how from the side, his markings make his nose look like a little white button.

As the pain in this year of loss is surveyed, like fog on silent haunches, may Barney’s grounded presence be balm.

Before moving on.

About nadbugs

Anita loves cats. This must be because she, too, has had nine lives. She’s been dancing since she could walk, she was a commercial artist and advertising producer, she earned a third-degree black belt in Aikido, she is a drummer with the Afrique Aya Dance Company, she is an attorney, and she’s a meditator and a devoted student of Nonviolent Communication. She also spent one lifetime sidelined with a devastating back injury in 1992. Since then – FELDENKRAIS METHOD® to the rescue. The FELDENKRAIS METHOD is all about dreaming concretely – thinking intelligently and independently by way of a gracious and kind physicality. The work affords all who study it a process by which to reach, with movement, into the mind and the heart, to make nine lives into one whole being.
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14 Responses to A Mist Of Introspection

  1. lahgitana says:

    Looks like Bugsy’s grief is lifting somewhat. He clearly feels fairly comfortable with Barnes. How is Bugs’ voice?

    “Fog” was recited in our household until it was distilled to “on little cat feet.” Evocative.

    Yes, the pain. It keeps coming around on little cat feet, as it were. Oh Fangie.

    Barnes is a good cue-giver: curious and aware, but watching, not engaging. Sometimes we gotta be like that.

    Does this HIgh Holiday mean you will be absent for a while?

    • nadbugs says:

      Bugsy does seem to be shifting. Hard to describe. Coming more into his own? Holding his space, even though Barnes is such a huge presence? What a character Bugsy is. His voice is back, more at least. Not as full-throated as with Fang; he’s different. But, I’m glad to say, not the rusty-tremolo that had me so fraught.

      How connective to think you know “Fog” that way. Amazing what so few words can evoke.

      The pain keeps unspooling. It does feel more like a ribbon now, though, and less like a scorpion.

      Barney is a force, I’m telling you. A man of many capabilities. What personalities! The three of us, in this small household. Three-ring circus comes to mind.

      The High Holiday did mean I was absent for a spell. And now am playing ketchup.

      Head-bumps to ya.

  2. Lahgitana above said it all. Even the questions that I thought!
    So yeah… Let Barnes be balm. It sounds like grief is following its process and that is the best you can do.

    • nadbugs says:

      Dear Ivy. The best we can do. Yes. The thing for me is: Staying connected with the notion that the real is its own reward. It really does seem to be that way. But it’s kind of a new thing for me. So I’m in watch-mode a lot, it seems. I really am different. Playing with engagement, is how I’d put it. Things can become a bit too real, too uncomfortable — and then I find a way to go somewhere else. I’m liking this. Here — and somewhere else. Back and forth. Seems to be working for me.

  3. Kol Nidre will have special meaning this year for you. I love that poem. Did you see the doc about Sandberg on on TV last night?

  4. mbavaresco says:


  5. Barney does have some incredible markings. What a sweetie. Little cat feet, very appropriate.

  6. A lovely post. Beautiful photographs.

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