All creatures great and small
I wish you all
a sparkling 2017
with Love, Peace and Happiness
These are the last days of 2016 and I hope Christmastime has been kind and blissful to you.
As I was browsing through old pictures, I realised how many pets had accompanied me during my lifetime.
And as I saw the foto of Vlokkie, it made me grateful she too had been part of my life.
In June 2013 Vlokkie passed away, in her own time, peaceful on my lap and surrounded by her family.
I’d like to share with you the article I wrote on her, back in April 2010.
Aware of the sometimes difficult, if not impossible, translations I tried to hold on to the meaning or humour. Take for instance the name Vlokkie … Vlokkie evolves out of “vlok” as in snowflake or a patch. I love catnames with “o” in the middle and “y-ie” at the end, such as Tommy, Lofty, Moppie.
With this publication I want to reflect on the past in paying tribute to Vlokkie and all other creatures that gave, and still give me joy and their love.
My cat …
your grey-greenish inquisitive eyes look at me whilst growing bigger and bigger. Not because you see a little bird or you’re surprised, only because you’re slowly but determined crawling up to me.
Creeping up, one step at a time, kneeding at my far too thinny pyjamas, on top of my chest, you find your way towards my throat. Finally … with loud purring … you push your head sturdy against my chin.
As you conitinue to kneed along with your little sharp nails, my thoughts go seventeen years back in time.
No one wanted that tiny, fragile, hurted kitten. It was surprising, a miracle, she even survived such horrible injuries. A colleague of mine at the Animal Protection Society told me on the phone the little girl was just too ugly. Instantly I decided to take her into my home.
That same person and her son brought you to me. In a small cage with wads of cotton wool at the bottom. The boy thought you were so cute with the patches of hair scattered on your body and he was granted to give you a name. From now on you would be called Vlokkie.
I can still see you in front of me … far too big ears – bald with healing wounds and partially melted away by fire. The fur from top to waist burned away. The tail with a double knick at the end due to broken vertebra. The small throat and chest without hair, but full of red raw scars, scattered around the tormented skin. You were so cute, just like a baby bat.
That first day you were allowed to stay in my bedroom, far away from the big grown-up and nosey furry four-footers. Within hours my nose started itching. I smelt a certain odour in my bedroom. Your first night at home I awoke because you came up on the bed and sat down on my duvet. You were fast as lightning and I was terribly slow. At that moment I realised my duvet was full of cotton wool.
You give me a firm head butt and suddenly I’m in the present. Your little nails still kneeding at my still too thinny pyjamas. Your eyes looking up at me, squinting and playful. Your head a little bit wobbly, just like a kitten.
The head far too small, the front-paws shorter than the hind-legs. The cat proportions distorted.
You turned out to be almost a normal pussycat.
I love you Vlokkie, my cat the bat.
Copyright: YC Ravesteijn 2010; First publication: 24. March 2011; Second publication: 29. December 2016; Revised translation: 29. December 2016.
This afternoon I went to my voluntary work with special cats in the sanctuary in Zuidwolde, a little village nearby my hometown Groningen.
In the wintertime I had to go by bus, but now was the second time in 2 months I could use my bicycle.
On my way home I saw beautiful little lambs. I stopped to enjoy the sight and make some pictures. They were playing, lighthearted carefree and full of joy. The little lambs filled my heart with joy and love. Especially on this Easter Sunday I feel blessed by their presence and our encounter, herewith recalling on me the Holy Innocence of Jezus Christ.
After a while I went on my way and saw a lovely place with a bench to enjoy the view of the green border of our neighborhood.
I sat down and looked at the trees, the waterways, the birds, the gras. The sun was shining on all of us. It felt good.
Than I felt the remembrance of the awesome trees and wonderful nature of Mid-Southern Germany, far away. The feeling took my by surprise and it filled my heart with love and gratitude. And at the same time it made me sad for I realised how much I yearn to be with Mother Nature and in the presence of Her wonderful creatures. I cried tears of sorrow and I cried tears of joy.
Now I am home and the feeling of gratitude is the feeling that remains. I’m grateful to be part of Gods Creation and to experience the blissful heartfelt connection with Mother Nature and therefore with God.
I wish you all a blissfull Easter full of Light and Love and Reflection.
Christmas is the time of reflection and contemplation. Jezus Christ came over 2000 years ago among us and gave us the opportunity to reunite with God by accepting Him in our hearts.
As a little girl I fellt very much connected to Jezus. As I grew up and as an adult I lost that feeling of Loving Innocence. I turned away from God and didn’t let him in my heart nor my life.
But God never left me and I’m part of Him. This much I have learned the past year.
When I look around me, the world in generally has lost its love and compassion. For what human beings are we if we have no love and compassion? I am glad there are people who do have this deep and profound connection to God. Who wholesome and fullhearted live in Gods Light, who therefor are Gods Light.
Let us – me included – take responsibility for our world and our actions, let us find our way back home to God.
So that no suffering is induced or created. So that respect and truthfullness arise and we have a chance of healing ourselves and the world.
Thus way we can honour the life and teachings of Jezus Christ, the Son of God.
I wish you all a peacefull and loving Christmastime.
Thank you for visiting my blog.
I dedicate these writings to God and my spiritual teacher Ulrike Hinrichs, without whom I wouldn’t have been able to find my way backhome to Him.
A few years ago I was at a seminar of Ulrike and we talked about us Westerners being so enthusiastic and passionate about football, getting delirious with joy when winning a match or even a championship.
We hardly ever go out of our minds of joy or love for God.
That conversation has been in my mind ever since …
Today is the match for the 4. And 3. place at the World Cup Football 2014 in Brazil. Many fans have travelled so far to see the games the Dutch team has played.
Let us look at the estimated costs for the country calculated before the kick-off. An estimated 14 billion Dollars or 10,29 billion Euro.
And we can’t even guess how much all the countries, individuals and companies spend on seeing the games on the television or for being there in Brazil. So many accessories are bought. The total amount spent and earned is mind dazzling.
What for? Why for a game of soccer, and why not for God?
Why not go into the streets and cry for joy to God, sing his praise, drive around loud honking and bells and waving our national flag. Just as we (would) do by winning a match or finally the world cup. Just as we have done all the former world and European cups.
Let us give just 1% of all our world cup spendings and earnings to those who are in need …
to the children who are hungry, to the families who had to flee their country, to the pour in our thriving and wealthy westerly countries, to the animals which are treated bad or which are injured or are abandoned.
Let’s put 100% of all our joy, laughter and effort in serving the needy, the children, the elderly, the sick and the a-strayed, helping the animals and mother nature.
What would we gain by this? Peace of mind or a clear conscience?
Perhaps, but more probable and more desirable … the world would be a better place.
And foremost … we would be serving God. For when we help and support every being of His Creation, we help and stand by ourselves and ultimately we stand by God.
Have a wonderful football-evening