Archive for the ‘Kiko and the Lavender Moon’ Tag
This is an image of Kiko from November 2007, a year before his death in December 2008. He was a sickly cat in his last year after being with us for 16+ years.
During Kiko’s time with us, I never felt like I owned him. Rather, I felt privileged that he allowed us to share his space.
Recently, on Instagram, I learned of the word Kahu, or a Kahu. The word can be traced to Hawaiian origins,
meaning “honored guardian.” I’m currently not a Kahu. No animals live with us, but maybe that will change.
— kenne
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Shaun D. Mullen — Photo-Artistry by kenne
A few days ago, I learned that the blogger, Shaun D. Mullen, which I have followed for 15 years,
passed away on December 12th. It was our cats, each named Kiko that brought us together as bloggers — you see, Shaun’s blog is Kiko’s House. And, like us, he called his cat Kiko from the Los Lobos song, “Kiko and the Lavender Moon.” Having never met Shaun, only sharing a few emails around the time of our Kiko’s death in December of 2008, I continued to feel a connection through his blog, “Kiko’s House.”
Shaun’s last post was December 20th, eight days after his death. That was not unusual since we bloggers will sometimes schedule postings days ahead of time.
Shaun, 72, an author whose journalism career included two decades at the Philadelphia Daily News. He died of natural causes.
“Over a long career with newspapers, this award-winning editor and reporter received five Pulitzer Prize nominations. He covered the Vietnam War, O.J. Simpson trials, Clinton impeachment circus and coming of Osama bin Laden, among many other big stories.”
In recent years he also wrote for the blog, The Moderate Voice, which the managing editor wrote in Memoriam:
“I just cannot hardly yet come to terms. I feel I cannot in this moment in tears, write aptly enough about Shaun. I am sorry. I just wanted you to know.
An old story my father told me:
When we were made, Creator placed the number of years we would live atop our heads. We cannot see it. But we are to live the fullness of our lives as though we had forever –and also as if we had only one more day left.”
— kenne
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A Cat of Many Colors Over The Would’s Rim — Image by kenne
Over the World’s Rim
Over the world’s rim, drawing bland November
Reluctant behind them, drawing the moons of cold:
What do their lonely voices wake to remember
In this dust ere ’twas flesh? what restless old
Dream a thousand years was safely sleeping
Wakes my blood to sharp unease? what horn
Rings out to them? Was I free once, sweeping
Their Ewild and lonely skies ere I was born?
The hand that shaped my body, that gave me vision,
Made me a slave to clay for a fee of breath.
Sweep on, O wild and lonely: mine the derision,
Then the splendor and speed, the cleanness of death.
Over the world’s rim, out of some splendid noon,
Seeking some high desire, and not in vain,
They fill and empty the red and dying moon
And, crying, cross the rim of the world again.
— William Faulkner
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Los Lobos “Kiko and the Lavender Moon” from Bruce Ashley on Vimeo.
Kiko was an extraordinary cat
existing in a shade of purple
never a lady
he moved with grace
in a lavender world
of my dreams.
— kenne
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. . . a continuation from a earlier posting.
Cat In Mountain Cabin Window
(The last three verses.)
She dreams of walking roof lines
In her world of twisted colors
Turning one against the other
Jumping and swatting her muses
Locked in her dark world inside
Outside is her fantasy
Avoiding real world monsters
While sitting in her cabin
Dreaming about green shoes
Hairbrushes and pink ice-cream dishes
Then wishing
the world away
Kneeling to dream, dream and pray
(The last verse paraphrases Los Lobos’ “Kiko And The Lavender Moon”)
kenne
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