blow out the candles

New discovery - a wonderful blog about a tribe of Ginger Cats in, I think, Wales (wherever it is, I want to walk about there, most fantastic) and the photography and prose just draw you in to its magical world wonderful: http://wethreecats.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html

I have been reading poetry throughout the day, returning to poets that use language which understands the spokes of my thoughts - Charles Simic for the sense of instant kindred and therefore putting me in a better mood, Mary Oliver for the heartbeat, Wallace Stevens for the shapes of pictures that make me nod but I cannot explain. And here's one for the day, http://www.poetryfoundation.org/archive/poem.html?id=181383

and a happy birthday to my first girl, my second birth, my selkie child.