Ah, that feels so heartening coming from yourself! I adore your words, which read more like ancient spells that open long-forgotten pathways to the wild and dark.
Your longing for silence and discomfort in adding to the never ending stream of advice on the internet is so refreshing! I adore reading your poetic, romantic posts each week. I always come away feeling inspiring to delve deeper into my own secret, artistic self, and that to me is more precious than any of the "best advice" out there. You truly lead by example.
I am so grateful my words inspire you to seek inner depths. It's something I never thought about until I read your comment - I sometimes worry that these type of posts make sense only to myself! - and strengthens my belief that this is the type of writing I need to make time for <3
And spreading to cats generally, there's the cath palug in Welsh Arthurian poetry, whose mother was the pig Henwen and who was slain by Kai. Whereas in the Romanaz de Franceis there's an alternative story of Arthur's death - slain by the cat Capalu in a swamp.
There have been sightings of a giant cat on Dartmoor, reminiscent of the Black Shuck stories (though of course Black Shuck is a dog) -- a harbinger of death.
And there's the Icelandic Yule Cat.
So none of these are small, striped creatures, but plenty of spirit and wildness!
As always, your writing strikes a musical chord and the sound catches my attention and starts a string of thoughts. Makes me think of a song on paper and I follow the notes as it's played. Just finished reading The Coming of Bride. Really enjoyed the story!!
That's a beautiful, musical description in itself, thank you! I'm so please you enjoyed The Coming of Brìde, it was the story I got (happily) lost in the most while writing.
You always write so evocatively.
Thank you, I am always trying!
Your writing refreshes my soul Kate, so, so glad to follow you and your magic-dripping words here <3
Ah, that feels so heartening coming from yourself! I adore your words, which read more like ancient spells that open long-forgotten pathways to the wild and dark.
Your longing for silence and discomfort in adding to the never ending stream of advice on the internet is so refreshing! I adore reading your poetic, romantic posts each week. I always come away feeling inspiring to delve deeper into my own secret, artistic self, and that to me is more precious than any of the "best advice" out there. You truly lead by example.
I am so grateful my words inspire you to seek inner depths. It's something I never thought about until I read your comment - I sometimes worry that these type of posts make sense only to myself! - and strengthens my belief that this is the type of writing I need to make time for <3
The world needs more wildcat stories! The wildcat seems a very fitting spirit animal for you.
I agree! I haven't found many...or any, I think?
Well, there's the highland cat, or the cat sith. https://www.highlandtitles.com/blog/cat-sith/
And spreading to cats generally, there's the cath palug in Welsh Arthurian poetry, whose mother was the pig Henwen and who was slain by Kai. Whereas in the Romanaz de Franceis there's an alternative story of Arthur's death - slain by the cat Capalu in a swamp.
There have been sightings of a giant cat on Dartmoor, reminiscent of the Black Shuck stories (though of course Black Shuck is a dog) -- a harbinger of death.
And there's the Icelandic Yule Cat.
So none of these are small, striped creatures, but plenty of spirit and wildness!
And again, not officially a wild cat
I knew about the Cat Sìth, but thank you for sharing the other fantastic cat lore. That's going to be my afternoon research rabbit hole!
As always, your writing strikes a musical chord and the sound catches my attention and starts a string of thoughts. Makes me think of a song on paper and I follow the notes as it's played. Just finished reading The Coming of Bride. Really enjoyed the story!!
That's a beautiful, musical description in itself, thank you! I'm so please you enjoyed The Coming of Brìde, it was the story I got (happily) lost in the most while writing.