Monday, November 4, 2013

Newton's Third Law.


My cat baby, Moo has been missing for a week.

And Newton has 3 laws of motion.  His third one says:

To every action there is always an equal and opposite reaction. 

So, what does Newton’s third law of motion have to do with my lost precious cat child?

Here’s what.  I moved to Ferndale Michigan from the depths of Southwest Detroit about 2 weeks ago.  Making the big leap out of the city and into the nearest burb is no comfortable decision making process.  It took months and months of agonizing and changing my mind every 5 seconds to finally decide that there was no other way.  And in these past couple of weeks, my excruciating decision has been totally validated, as I’m completely elated in my healthy new home front.  My house has all the darling vintage charm that I require of a nesting ground (and is not infested with ants, flees, and fruit flies), my landlord is a top-notch, high-quality human (not addicted to drugs, with junkie friends breaking into our home and stealing our belongings), my street is safe, friendly, and walkable (I’m no longer being serenaded by gunshots and cuss-out battles as I drift off into dream land) and just one mile down the road is everything this girl needs to thrive…cultural diversity, yoga studio, sweet coffee shop, library, healthy food markets (not strip clubs, pawn shops, liquor stores, and fast food).  This Ferndale land is straight up LUXURY, to say the least.  My roomy Trista and I have just one word for it…..and that’s “Heaven”.  It just works really well. 

Now don’t get me wrong.  I’ve still got mad soul love for the city.  The people are the realest and the beauty is the rawest.  There is no other place for me to teach art to the children, and there’s no other place that I can journey through the entire emotional spectrum in just one afternoon.  I fell deep and fast with the city of Detroit as soon as I first stepped foot two years ago.  It was that intoxicating lustful energy that you are fully convinced is nothing less than true love that will last a lifetime.  I can still remember how it felt.  I will hold that feeling tenderly, always.  But it wasn’t sustainable because my needs couldn’t be met.  Like walking.  Walking is a big one for me.      

So I’m happy.  I’m happy that I no longer feel paranoid when I’m at my house, nor when I leave my house.  I’m happy that I can finally enact the routines I need to make big steps in my dream-life-process. 

And in the midst of all this elation, my baby didn’t come home one night.  And then not the next night either.  And then not the next 7.

And as most of you probably know, losing an animal is like, the saddest shit ever.       

And so now I’m in the process of doing everything I can to get her back.

I posted this note on a hundred of my closest neighbor’s windshields:

Hey Neighbors!

I just moved to the hood and can’t find my sweet cat.
(Well, she’s actually not that sweet, but she’s super cute and I love her tremendously).
Petite, short-haired, white with black spotslike a cow. Her name is Moo.
If you’ve seen her, please do send me word.
530-559-4754
My name is Halley, and I appreciate you looking out.
Peace & Pet Love.


I called a psychic to see if she could channel Moo’s where abouts.

I’m visiting shelters, and walking around the neighborhood, often, calling her name.

And after I’ve done all that I can, I’ll work on accepting the fact that I may never see her again.  But, I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.

And so, back to Newton.  According to him, when great shit happens, so will it’s polar opposite force.  Doesn’t mean that we shouldn’t keep reaching for greatness, but to know that in doing so, our strength and faith are always being tested.  In order to truly achieve our highest, we must be willing to cultivate mad strength through the ability to be with whatever it is that life offers us.  So here’s to life upgrades, and here’s to sadness, and here’s to pet love, and here’s to Newton’s law that makes good sense of things.  

And if you have any additional tips on animal finding, I'd appreciate your wisdom.   

6 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh, Halley! So happy you're in Ferndale (I loved living there, as well, plus you're that much closer now!) but I am so sorry to hear about Moo. I have a friend who lives in Ferndale who has been trapping feral cats and getting them fixed/ finding them homes. Did moo have a collar/tag on? I will tell my friend to keep an eye out for Moo. <3

Anonymous said...

Oh, and I am anonymously your beloved Niki.

Anonymous said...

come back moo baby. thanks for your words H!

Anonymous said...

I just LOVE you Halley! Great writing as usual, love your heart. I will wrap Moo in light and pray for her safe return. Miss you - Nadine

Unknown said...

Halley, I am so very sorry to hear about Moo's disappearance. I assume you already have someone in your old neighborhood keeping an eye out, yes? When a pet owner moves and the pet disappears, sometimes the pet returns to what he/she thinks of as "home" (i.e., your previous address). A week could be long enough for Moo to find a way back. May you be reunited soon!

jen said...

wow, halley....i can relate to so much you wrote here, and i want to begin by offering to hold space in my heart for you and your animal buddy.

I also moved to Ferndale and understand the struggle to make the decision to leave Detroit, except it took me 22 years of living in Detroit!! so glad it only took you 2.

i also had my animal soul partner cat Rudy (who was also black and white) disappear. he did come back a month later through the neighborhood cat guy, checked out alright with the vet, but then passed away. at least i said good-bye, but it is heart wrenching to lose a friend like that.

Sending you love and light, sweetpea....