The Cat’s Meow

This morning I was eating breakfast Birdbathwhile gazing at the sun rising.  Suddenly a gray streak moved towards my birdbath.  A small swallow was down in the water getting a drink.  I didn’t think it was possible, given the location and logistics, but with one swoop the cat had that bird in its mouth.  A moment later I was in the yard dashing after the cat.  She took a quick turn for the backyard and after a 200 foot chase released the bird to the air as she made the jump to get over the fence. I was relieved to see the bird fly away.

The gray feral one has been living in my yard for about six months.  Her occupation is evident everywhere.  My birdbath once attracted many flying friends, but now is mostly empty.  Feathers and bird parts are scattered everywhere especially in the rabbit pen.

I am at a loss at what to do.  A face a true ethical dilemma.

At first it seemed simple, I’d trap him and move him.  I’d done that a dozen times with ground squirrels.  Yet, I hesitated.  Ground squirrels are a threat to my food stream.  This cat was not.

This morning the issue became clear.  It was one of racism.  I like birds more than I like cats.

This morning when I had the choice between ensuring that the cat survive by getting food and the bird survive by getting away from the cat, I chose the bird.  (My decision was especially motivated by the birds survival being in imminent danger while the cat would certainly make it to the next meal.)  Now, if I wanted the cat to not eat my birds, I could start feeding it cat food.  This might work, but not if the cat enjoys hunting, like many cats do.  As usual, my mind could only find two options.  Move the cat, or accept that the cat is making the birds “leave” my yard.

I’ve been studying cultural diversity in school and have been looking at the issues of racism and discrimination.  The Buddha emphasized that discrimination was one of our major problems.  It is the ability to discriminate that gets us into all sort of trouble.

Discrimination, in this context, is defined as the ability to tell two things apart.  For instance, being able to discriminate blue from green.  Or, in my situation being able to tell a cat from a bird.

Discrimination is not the entire problem.  Being able to tell a cat from a bird isn’t a big deal.  The true problem is when I make a judgement or become biased based on my discrimination.  For me the issue is that I like birds and do not like cats.  Both animals kill to live, yet I have a bias against cats.

Perhaps this doesn’t seem like an issue to you.  Then replace the words cat and bird with Latino and Asian.  What if I was saying:  “I’d like to move those Latino’s out of my neighborhood” or “I prefer hiring Asians”.

Despite the fact that it is human nature to discriminate and have preferences the majority of people have decided that it is not ethical to act on those biases.  Hence we have “affirmative action” policies.  Is trapping and moving the cat like deporting undocumented immigrants?

I don’t like cats, I like birds.  It is my yard I can do whatever I like.  How different is that from, “I don’t like Latinos, I like Asians.  It is my business I can hire whoever I want.”

Think about that.

Personal Power

I am at a loss to accurately describe the happenings of the last few weeks.  I feel a little like the tree bending in the wind. Pleasant and unpleasant things have occurred and yet I have been able to keep an attitude of gratitude towards it all and hold the curiosity inherent in the question, “How does this benefit me?”  I also been able to honor my gut reactions and know that they are not me and that I do not have to act based on impulse or propelled by my emotions.

The happenings?

First, one of my closest friends decided she no longer wanted to have any contact with me.  Then I found myself in a whirlwind of positive and empowering activity at the same time as I was fighting back the expansive energy of spring in hopes of more intense practice period.  I moved forward on a couple of projects that seemed complementary to my goals only to encounter some unforeseen breakdowns in communication blocking further movement in the intended directions.

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Apricots in bloom in front of proposed garden

For instance, I’ve begun volunteering at the women’s recovery house next door to mine. I am still establishing the program, but right now I take a couple hours twice a week to teach chi gung and do gardening.  I have been wanting this to happen for quite awhile and I am looking forward to the experience.  This morning I was informed that the garden project was being “shut down” because “corporate” found out about it and they have other plans for the space we were going to use.

My logical mind said, “Great, how does it get better than this?”, but my emotional body felt confused, hurt, rejected, sad, and a little frustrated.  Let’s consider the rejection reaction.  In the past, I might have dismissed that as me “taking it personally”.  Now, I know that I am incredibly sensitive and intuitive.  It very well may be a personal rejection.  Or it could just be the circumstances hit a sore spot.  The best part is that due to my awareness and clarity of mind, I get to decide how to take care of myself and how to react regardless of my emotional reaction.  I am not a slave to my emotions.  Feeling rejected is unpleasant, being rejected doesn’t have to be.  I have choices I never had before.

All this leaves me curious.  It seems like my positive shift brought me a greater sense of competence and personal power.  However, then, the back lash of my forward movement  tried to erode my self-efficacy.  Yet, I wonder if I created the back lash by fighting back the expansive energy.  Which then makes the back lash merely another demonstration of my power!  If not, it is an excellent reframe.

Grape Leaf Skeletonizer

I know the “Grape Leaf Skeletonizer” sounds like the perfect ghoul for Halloween. Indeed, this unwelcome trick-or-treater did come dressed in the most fabulous costume.Harrisina metallica  Grape Vine Skeletonizer

I was outside arranging my grape vines and enjoying the cooler weather when I came upon these lovely caterpillars.  They are Grape Leaf Skeletonizers (Harrisina metallica).  Despite their beauty, they are unwelcome visitors to my garden.  (Especially since I spent the summer picking caterpillars off my defoliated passion vine.)Grape Vine Skeletonizer Harrisina metallica