Black cats are lucky

Oh what a day I had today...
Early morning, I'm about to start my first lesson ( teaching).
Then there's this freakin' telephone call informing me that I HAVE to be in court in ten minutes and maybe sooner( don't ask, it was something prescheduled that went wrong, I was just not notified on time, due to..again, don't ask).

Then off I rush to court in my tracksuit and trainers ( ha! always wanted to do that, now I did it because I didnt have any other option and it felt empowering and practicing my belief in not giving a sh!t about conventional bollshit and holding my own no matter what), running around like a maniac,mobile in hand, trying to cancel my next lesson, call my sister, call my lawyer, call another lawyer, arrange for my youngest to be picked up from school later on. All of this simultaneously. Oh, and prepare what to tell the judge. And stand up to two lawyers of the opposition. On my own, because my lawyer , well, again, dont ask.

Then , once the friggin hearing was over, off to find and deliver paperwork and worried sick about my sister's bi-yearly check up ( she's cancer-free for three years now, but still, check ups are alwaysa cause of great anxiety and for the record, she came clean).By early afternoon, as I'm about to go home, a gorgeous creature crosses my path.

Now, two things:
the animal I love most is a black panther, they are a cause of fascination for me ever since I were a kid. Plus, I am a cat person, although I own two dogs and a bunny, I AM a cat person, my mother's nickname for me was γατού, (gattou, stress on last syllable), meaning the cat girl because I adore those creatures and my favorite pastime as a kid was rescuing stray cats. Oh, there are many stray cats in Greece. Amazing creatures. They walk around like queens , they lazy around like princesses and they have this supercilious, haughty attitude towards everyone, basically staying clear of us worthless humans.

Then I spot this gorgeous black tomcat-you can tell it's a tom cat by the size of their heads. Glorious, shiny, sleek fur, yellow haunting eyes. Ah, what a beautiful creature to behold, my very lucky animal. I stand there, trying to furtively take a photo of it, because they notoriously hate posing, then he spots me. Then, slowly and grandiosly he walks up to me, looks up at me with those out of this world eyes of his, asking to be petted, which I obligingly did.

Any creature this beautiful, this well taken care of, this confident and amazing, is bound to bring good luck! It is no coincidence ancient Egyptians worshipped cats. And as for black cats? Let me tell you something about them. Black absorbs all colours, all light, all vibrations. A black cat does exactly that. Now, a being that
can absorb anything, good and bad vibes, and still be strong and healthy and beautiful, is an amazing being indeed. Hence the bad reputation of the black cat,
'cause people are scared shitless of strength, in all forms, and name it evil.
That simple.

''Teach me your craft, kitty'', I told him. ''Teach me how to transmute negativity around me into light and power, wise little thing. And bring me some of your good luck'' .

And he did.
Teach me and bring me good luck.
For which I am grateful and so wanted to share the lesson with you.

We make our own luck, webworld.
The best luck in the world is the vibration of appreciation.

Love and light
Eirini