The cat, my lover

I have a lover
It is our cat
He knows how to melt my heart
Or seduce me
With is beautiful long, fluffy tale
He is so rojal
So high self-esteem.

When my husband comes to bed
Where I am already sleeping
The cat starts meowing
Intencively
And scratching the bedroom door
if it happened that he closed it.
My lover does not like
That my husband sleeps next to me
Trying to make him crazy
Succeeding way too often...

When my husband goes to work
And I stay home with the cat
The cat comes to me
And  puts his nose to my nose
And lies down on the papers I am reading
Or on my belly
And starts burring
He is so  sweet
And he is so beautiful
Thant I am not able to resist...

Testing the borders

Who will give up first?
Is it me or him?
So far it is me
He has all the time of the world
Just to lie there
On the forest-track
Lookin at the tree-roots next to him
Or the  tree-tops above
Touching the snow-pits with his fingers
Or some wet-soaked pine cones
The gloves are taken off already long time ago
But mainly
Just lying
Doing nothing
And I tell him:
Please stand up!
Please stand up!
Please stand up!
...
You have to stand up!

And when I finally go to him
And lift him up
He gives me the sweetest laugh
And hugs me softly
So that I would not be too sad
That I lost this battle

But I promise to myself
That next time
I will have more patience.
And maybe better clothes
To lie next to him
And have all the time of the world
Together with him.

Crisis of imagination

good life
happy life
it is what Murks imagines it to be
good life
happy life
it is not much to do with the reality
though,
reality
it does not exist anyway
it is always and only
the imagination of the reality
of anything

when Murks misses the bus
and gets upset
of being late again
and emotions try to take the lead
though
there will be another bus coming soon
maybe not now
but in 15min for sure
and being late is not a sin
if Murks would just imagine it differently

unfortunately sometimes the imagination is in crisis
and need to be lifted out
to be here again
to join Murks on the next bus

Junior

I'll teach him that he has a bird inside him
that sings the melody of his life.
I’ll teach him to be passionate, to be spirited.
I’ll teach him how to enjoy life,
and welcome open-handed whatever it brings.
I’ll always be his haven if he needs, but
I will encourage him to fly higher than I ever was.

Inspired by Nicole Blackman.

Emigrant Murks is a Migrant

It is not only that Murks is moving away from the Fatherland. Rather continues moving away and to places even more. So, Murks is Migrant. Not much traveling anymore (for kids-reason mainly) but moving home from one place to another. This is also an interesting way of living. If only we did not have so much stuff that we do not want to throw away. And pets too..

Emigrant Murks is trying to figure out

What is it?

Is it sadness? 

Is it fear? 

Is it relief? 

Emigrant Murks is longing to go already. Really?

To stay is not an option. And why to stay? Moving further is always better than staying. To reach somewhere, and then continue going. That is life.

Emigrant Murks does not want to say goodby. It does not feel like leaving. It does not feel like going away. In fact, there is no "place" to go away from. Everything that is important is mobile enough to come along. 

Some friends you have not seen anyway for several months although they live in the same town. It is not important to meet in "a place". The idea of a friend is moving along. 

Still, it is important to communicate. As well verbally as physically. To have people around to want to communicate with. Are they there too? Or is there just snow and trees and stones? And responsibilities to take care of other people, pets and things.

What is it then?

Emigrant Murks is preparing to go

It is October 2012. Is it the last month ever when Emigrant Murks lives in Estonia? Never say never but still... 

October is a nice month. The last month in the year that is colorful and sunny. Then comes dirt and, hopefully, snow. At least here, in Tartu. In Tavelsjö the snow will be already on the ground. Hopefully. In November when we will arrive there. Otherwise there will be dark.

There is still many things to prepare. Someone needs updated drivers license. Someone needs international passport. Need to go to notary to organize some paperwork. Need to see some people. Need to work till the kid has the play-mate here. Need to pack some stuff. Need to get rid of some stuff. Need to...