I love your Sheela-na-gig. Is that somewhere where your clients see it??? I need one of those. I have Kwan-yin in my entryway, and an African goddess whose name I do not know on my altar.
That was why I was so chuffed to have captured the pose. This is a cat who has actually had a litter, too, though I had nothing to do with that part of her life.
Sheela is in the living room, quite visible to clients entering although not exactly “in your face.”
Actually, I keep Sheela in the Ken (Mountain) gua of the house which is associated with Wisdom or Teachers in Feng Shui, a discipline I find both wise in a general way and a handy tie-breaker when deciding where to put things. You are supposed to devote this area to pursuits of contemplation and learning and furnish it with images of philosophers, household deities and the like. She seems to fit there.
I never warn people against the sins of the flesh. Sometimes it’s the only thing that can make a person get out of bed in the morning.
I’m beginning to think I ought to narrate the story of how I came to have a pure-bred Bengal in the house. I pluck up all my cats off the street or out of trees or sewers or flowerbeds and she was no exception. Watch this space.
I grump. I live for books and barbells. If you were born after US President Nixon resigned, I am old enough to be your mamma, but I will still arm-wrestle you. I am a Woman Of A Certain Age with an Interesting Past, and you have been warned.
As if!
But what I will say is that Ms Nickel is stunning. What beautiful markings.
It’s that snooty Bengal thing. You can bet she knows it.
A bengal? I didn’t know about this.
I love your cat
I love your Sheela-na-gig. Is that somewhere where your clients see it??? I need one of those. I have Kwan-yin in my entryway, and an African goddess whose name I do not know on my altar.
Your cat is beautiful.
You know, as I study that photograph, the cat and the goddess share distinctly similar facial characteristics, including the inscrutable smile.
That was why I was so chuffed to have captured the pose. This is a cat who has actually had a litter, too, though I had nothing to do with that part of her life.
Sheela is in the living room, quite visible to clients entering although not exactly “in your face.”
Kittykittykittykittykitty!
They have a Sheela in the Museum down in Port Arthur.
One of the inmates carved it out of wood back in the 1800s.
It is *very* detailed. As you can imagine.
In fact, it’s pretty much just a spread-open, anatomically-correct vulva, with a face roughly sketched above it.
It’s in the form of a shield, like you’d hang on a wall.
Do you use yours as a fertility symbol, a warning against the sins of the flesh, or to ward off evil?
If you’re using her to deter cats from sitting on your mantel piece, she ain’t working.
Actually, I keep Sheela in the Ken (Mountain) gua of the house which is associated with Wisdom or Teachers in Feng Shui, a discipline I find both wise in a general way and a handy tie-breaker when deciding where to put things. You are supposed to devote this area to pursuits of contemplation and learning and furnish it with images of philosophers, household deities and the like. She seems to fit there.
I never warn people against the sins of the flesh. Sometimes it’s the only thing that can make a person get out of bed in the morning.
I’m beginning to think I ought to narrate the story of how I came to have a pure-bred Bengal in the house. I pluck up all my cats off the street or out of trees or sewers or flowerbeds and she was no exception. Watch this space.
“I never warn people against the sins of the flesh. Sometimes it’s the only thing that can make a person get out of bed in the morning.”
I’d think it would encourage the opposite.