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Welcome to the (Anti)Valentine's Day issue of THE CAT'S MEOW! Please do not be offended; the celebration of "LOVE" and couplehood, so cherished by card and candy companies and visciously hyped by the media, is a wonderful thing...if one is blessed by such a relationship. But, for those of us who are not, those who have lost their beloved through illness or death, those separated by distance and time, or those who have discovered that what they 'thought' was "love" is not, we offer comfort: you are not alone; there are many like you out there. (And, then, there are those blissful souls to whom this is 'just another day', those who ascribe to the notion that 'A Woman without a Man(or vice versa) is like a fish without a bicycle'... -- but we shall leave the exploration of their thoughts and feelings for another day.)

"Love" (or what we mistake for it) comes in many flavors. We shall taste some of these, today. And, we will look at the only TRUE love that exists, and how it may be encouraged to blossom....

Should any of these gleanings inspire you to further investigation, be sure to visit our website for further information and helpful resources!






AT SEVENTEEN

Janis Ian


I learned the truth at seventeen
That love was meant for beauty queens
And high school girls with clear skinned smiles
Who married young and then retired.
The valentines I never knew
The Friday night charades of youth
Were spent on one more beautiful
At seventeen I learned the truth.
And those of us with ravaged faces
Lacking in the social graces
Desperately remained at home
Inventing lovers on the phone
Who called to say come dance with me
and murmured vague obscenities
It isn't all it seems
At seventeen.
A brown eyed girl in hand me downs
Whose name I never could pronounce
said, Pity please the ones who serve
They only get what they deserve.
The rich relationed hometown queen
Married into what she needs
A guarantee of company
And haven for the elderly.
Remember those who win the game
Lose the love they sought to gain
Indebentures of quality
And dubious integrity.
Their small town eyes will gape at you
in dull surprise when payment due
Exceeds accounts received
At seventeen.
To those of us who know the pain
Of valentines that never came,
And those whose names were never called
When choosing sides for basketball.
It was long ago and far away
The world was younger than today
And dreams were all they gave for free
To ugly duckling girls like me.
We all play the game and when we dare
To cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say, come dance with me
and murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me
At seventeen.



Reprinted from Leo's Lyrics






A Better Place to Be by Harry Chapin


It was an early morning bar room,
And the place just opened up.
And the little man come in so fast and
Started at his cup.
And the broad who served the whisky
She was a big old friendly girl.
And she tried to fight her empty nights
By smilin' at the world.
And she said "Hey Bub, It's been awhile
Since you been around.
Where the hell you been hidin'
And why you look so down ?"
But the little man just sat there like he'd never heard a sound.
The waitress she gave out a cough,
And acting not the least put off,
She spoke once again.
She said, "I don't want to bother you,
Consider it's understood.
I know I'm not no beauty queen,
But I sure can listen good."
And the little man took his drink in his hand
And he raised it to his lips.
He took a couple of sips.
And he told the waitress this story.
"I am the midnight watchman down at Miller's Tool and Die.
And I watch the metal rusting, and I watch the time go by.
A week ago at the diner I stopped to get a bite.
And this here lovely lady she sat two seats from my right.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was alright.
"Oh she was so damned beautiful that she'd warm a winter's frost.
But she was long past lonely, and well nigh unto lost.
Now I'm not much of a mover, or a pick-em-up easy guy,
But I decided to glide on over, and give her one good try.
And Lord, Lord, Lord she was worth a try.
Tongued-tied like a school boy, I stammered out some words.
But it did not really matter much, 'cause I don't think she heard.
She just looked clear on through me to a space back in my head.
And it shamed me into silence, as quietly she said,
'If you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
Cause I know I'm going nowhere, and anywhere's a better place to be.'
"I drove her to my boarding house, and I took her up to my room.
And I went to turn on the only light to brighten up the gloom."
But she said, 'Please leave the light off, Oh I don't mind the dark.'
And as her clothes all tumbled 'round her, I could hear my heart.
The moonlight shown upon her as she lay back in my bed.
It was the kind of scene I only had imagined in my head.
I just could not believe it, to think that she was real.
And as I tried to tell her she said 'Shhh.. I know just how you feel.
And if you want to come here with me, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I've been oh so lonely, lovin' someone is a better way to be.
Anywhere's a better way to be.'
"The morning come so swiftly but I held her in my arms.
But she slept like a baby, snug and safe from harm.
I did not want to share her with the world or break the mood,
So before she woke I went out and brought us both some food.
"I came back with my paper bag, to find out she was gone.
She'd left a six word letter saying 'It's time that I moved on.'"
The waitress took a bar rag, and she wiped it across her eyes.
And as she spoke her voice came out as something like a sigh.
She said "I wish that I was beautiful, or that you were halfway blind.
And I wish I weren't so dog-gone fat, I wish that you were mine.
And I wish that you'd come with me, when I leave for home.
For we both know all about loneliness, and livin' all alone."
And the little man,
Looked at the empty glass in his hand.
And he smiled a crooked grin,
He said, " I guess I'm out of gin.
And know we both have been so lonely.
And if you want me to come with you, then that's all right with me.
'Cause I know I'm goin' nowhere and anywhere's a better place to be."



Originally found on the album Sniper & Other Love Songs.

A copy of the song can be found on these CDs:
  The Gold Medal Collection
  The Bottom Line
  Encore Collection


© 2002 Searching Within

Reprinted from www.searchingwithin.com






"I Need A Lover"


I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some guy to thrill me and then go away
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some girl who knows the meaning of
'Hey hit the highway'

Well I've been walking the streets up and down
Racing through the human jungle at night
I'm so confused, my mind is indifferent
Hey I'm so weak won't somebody shut off the light

Electricity runs through the video
As I watch from this hole I call home
All the stony's are dancing to the radio
And I got the world calling me up here
Tonight on the phone

I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some guy who knows the meaning of
'Hey hit the highway'

Well I'm not wiped out by this poolroom life I'm living
Gonna quit this job, go to school or head back home
Well I'm not asking to be loved or be forgiven
Hey I just can't be shakin' in this bedroom
One more night alone

I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
Some girl who knows the meaning of
'Hey hit the highway'

I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad
I need a lover who won't drive me crazy
I need a lover who won't drive me mad


[Thanks to Korn_girl1486@hotmail.com for these lyrics]


Reprinted from"www.azlyrics.com






WE'RE LIKE SHIPS

We're like two ships that pass in the night,
We don't love but at least we don't fight.
I keep my distance from the ship you steer,
Sometimes I'm surprised that you're even here.

We're like ships that own the waterways,
It doesn't really matter who leaves or who stays.
We never have to pass so close our eyes can see,
We never have to once again experience the misery.

When will our paths cross and then run parallel,
We've faked it long enough, and done it well.
But it's time for our ships to leave their harbor now,
All we have left are broken memories anyhow...

We're like ships that pass almost by chance,
There's nothing left to us, gone is our romance.
It's time the ship takes sail and coasts out to sea,
It's time for this marriage to become just a memory....

Love and Light,


Donna Wallace


a.k.a. Gentle-Daydreamer


http://www.angelfire.com/poetry/daydreamer1/index.html


http://www.MidnightEdition.com/poets/donna






(1903)

MATTOON -- St. Valentine's Day is approaching and the store windows are full of comic and sentimentals. People thought the observance of the day would decline and die out long ago but the rage for it seems to be increasing.


Reprinted from the "Glancing Back" column of the Mattoon (IL) Journal-Gazette






Miss Annie was in her 80's, and much admired for her sweetness and kindness to all. The pastor came to call on her one afternoon early in the spring, and she welcomed him into her Victorian parlor.

She invited him to have a seat while she prepared a little tea. As he sat facing her old pump organ, the young minister noticed a cut glass bowl sitting on top of it, filled with water. In the water floated, of all things... a condom. Imagine his shock and surprise. Imagine his curiosity!

Surely Miss Annie had flipped or something...! But he certainly couldn't mention the strange sight in her parlor. When she returned with tea and cookies, they began to chat. The pastor tried to stifle his curiosity about the bowl of water and its strange floater, but soon it got the better of him, and he could resist no longer.

"Miss Annie," he said, "I wonder if you would tell me about this?" (pointing to the bowl).

"Oh, yes," she replied, "isn't it wonderful? I was walking downtown last fall and I found this little package. The directions said to put it on the organ, keep it wet, and it would prevent disease. And you know...I haven't had a cold all winter."

Reprinted from Smile Awhile






Are "YOU" in an Abusive Relationship?

What is Domestic Violence?

A commonly used definition is:   A pattern of assault and or coercive behaviors, including physical, sexual and psychological attacks, as well as economic coercion, that adults and adolescents use against their intimate partners.

Legal definition:  battery with injury committed against a victim by an offender who is or was a spouse, who is or was living as if a spouse, or who has a child in common with the victim.

Domestic violence includes all forms of family violence: wife beating, martial rape, child abuse, neglect and sexual abuse, elder abuse and incest as well as more subtle forms of physical, sexual, verbal, emotional, and economic control of family members or intimate partners.

Are you with someone who:

Is jealous and possessive, won't let you have friends, checks up on you, won't accept breaking up?

Tries to control you by being very bossy, giving orders, making all the decisions, doesn't take your opinions seriously?

Is scary...You worry about how they will react to things you say or do, threatens you?

Is violent...Has a history of fighting, loses their temper quickly, brags about mistreating others?

Pressures you for sex, is forceful or scary about sex.  Attempts to manipulate or guilt-trip you by saying "if you really loved me, you would"...Gets too serious about the relationship too fast?

Abuses drugs or alcohol or pressures you to take them?

Blames YOU when they mistreat you.  Says "you" provoked them, pressed their buttons, made them do it, led them on?

Has a history of bad relationships and blames the other person for all the problems in the relationship. "They just didn't understand me".

Has hit, pushed, strangled, restrained, kicked or physically abused you?

Ask yourself the following questions.

Answer Yes or NO

  • Does your partner continually criticize what you wear? How you act or how you look?___


  • Does your partner often call you insulting or degrading names? ___


  • Do you feel that you need to ask permission to go out to see your friends and family?___


  • Do you feel that no matter what you do, everything is always your fault?__


  • When you're getting home late, does your partner harass you about where you were and whom you were with?__



  • Has your partner threatened to hurt you or the children if you leave?__


  • Does your partner force you to have sex whether you want to or not?__>


  • Has your partner threatened to hurt you?__


  • Has your partner ever pushed, shoved or slapped you?__

If you answered yes to any of these questions you may need to consider obtaining resource information about domestic abuse and community support.


Nationally, call 1-800-SAFE (1-800-799-7233)


Quiz reprinted from http://www.scdvtf.org/signs_of_abuse.htm

Phone # supplied by http://www.havejusticewilltravel.org/signs.htm






BIT OF WISDOM:
"When one door of happiness closes, another opens;
but often we look so long a the closed door that
we do not see the one that has been opened for us."
- Helen Keller

Reprinted from Mr Mom






If you put a buzzard in a pen that is 6 feet by 8 feet and is entirely open at the top, the bird, in spite of its ability to fly, will be an absolute prisoner. The reason is that a buzzard always begins a flight from the ground with a run of 10 to 12 feet. Without space to run, as is its habit, it will not even attempt to fly, but will remain a prisoner for life in a small jail with no top.

The ordinary bat that flies around at night, a remarkably nimble creature in the air, cannot take off from a level place. If it is placed on the floor or flat ground, all it can do is shuffle about helplessly and, no doubt, painfully, until it reaches some slight elevation from which it can throw itself into the air. Then, at once, it takes off like a flash.

A bumblebee, if dropped into an open tumbler, will be there until it dies, unless it is taken out. It never sees the means of escape at the top, but persists in trying to find some way out through the sides near the bottom. It will seek a way where none exists, until it completely destroys itself.

In many ways, there are lots of people like the buzzard, the bat, and the bumblebee. They are struggling about with all their problems and frustrations, not ever realizing that the answer is right there "Above" them.

Reprinted from ChemoAngels For Jesus






A Little Kindness
By Nellie Sonido Feng

A true story of a little boy who thirsts for attention.
There was a little boy who was perplexed about life. It seems he could not help doing things that would call attention to his antics.
He would get things and he would do things that would irk the other kids in the boarding school no end.
Whenever something was amiss, it became prevalent for everyone to surmise that he would be the culprit.
One September evening, in the place where he lived, he unexpectedly received a pack of fried salted peanuts from the person in authority.
The bag of peanuts in hand, the little boy stood in awe, he did not know what to say.
He could not believe that he was worth this much attention without him doing anything at all!
He went back to his sleeping quarters feeling happy and in a daze. ...
Shortly, he came out of his room and he in turn, surprised the kind Peanut Giver with a "gift " of his own.
He gave the Peanut Giver the "gift"------wrapped in white writing paper saying softly: " I found this." Then he timidly walked away.
He left behind a speechless Peanut Giver who uncovered a folded 100 Peso bill...!!!
Was the money really found by the little boy ?
Or ... ?
The Peanut Giver would like to think
that the little boy felt he was valued,
so he was encouraged to do good,
so he did the right thing.

Mother Teresa of Calcutta said :
" IF YOU JUDGE PEOPLE,
YOU HAVE NO TIME TO LOVE THEM."

SO.... FRIENDS,
LET US DO ALL THE LOVING
WHILE WE STILL CAN...

Reprinted from More From Rondout






SUBJECT - "Blessings"


"When I started counting my blessings my whole life turned around."
~~ Willie Nelson (country singer) ~~


"Our real blessings often appear to us in the shape of pains, losses and disappointments; but let us have patience and we soon shall see them in their proper figures."
~~ Joseph Addison ~~


SOWING AND REAPING BLESSINGS

Anthony de Mello

Source - http://www.peterspearls.com.au


A grocer came to the Master in great distress to say that across the way from his shop they had opened a large chain store that would drive him out of business. His family had owned his shop for a century -- and to lose it now would be his undoing, for there was nothing else he was skilled at.

Said the Master, "If you fear the owner of the chain store, you will hate him. And hatred will be your undoing."

"What shall I do?" said the distraught grocer.

"Each morning walk out of your shop onto the sidewalk and bless your shop, wishing it prosperity. Then turn to face the chain store and bless it too."

"What? Bless my competitor and destroyer?"

"Any blessing you give him will rebound to your good. Any evil you wish him will destroy you."

After six months the grocer returned to report that he had closed down his shop as he had feared, but he was now in charge of the grocery department of the chain store and his affairs were in better shape than ever before.


Reprinted from Written Wisdom






AN ATTITUDE OF GRATITUDE
 
"As he [Jesus] was going into a village, ten men who had
leprosy met him. They stood at a distance and called out in
a loud voice, 'Jesus, Master, have pity on us!' When he saw
them, he said, 'Go, show yourselves to the priests.' And as
they went, they were cleansed. One of them, when he saw he
was healed, came back, praising God in a loud voice. He
threw himself at Jesus' feet and thanked him--and he was a
Samaritan. Jesus asked, 'Were not all ten cleansed? Where
are the other nine?'" (Luke 17:12-17, NIV).
 
William Stidger, a Methodist minister, began to think of
the blessings he had received during his life. He
remembered a special elementary school teacher who had gone
out of her way to give him an appreciation for verse. It
had been more than 50 years since Stidger had been in her
class, but his appreciation for verse had endured since
that time. Stidger wrote to his former teacher a letter of
appreciation and she replied: "My Dear Willie, I cannot
tell you how much your note meant to me. I am in my
eighties, living alone in a small room, cooking my own
meals, lonely and, like the last leaf of autumn, lingering
behind. You will be interested to know that I taught in
school for fifty years and yours is the first note of
appreciation I ever received."
 
Suggested prayer: "Dear God, please give me a grateful
heart and a thankful spirit, so that I will always give and
express credit where credit is due, thanks where thanks is
due, and appreciation where appreciation is due. And above
all, give me a thankful heart for the countless blessings
you have given so freely to me and especially for your gift
of salvation and a home in Heaven to be with you forever.
Help me to so live that my life will be a living expression
of gratitude for all that you have done for me. Thank you
for hearing and answering my prayer. Gratefully, in Jesus'
name, amen."
 
From Pastor Ron Clarke, Tasmania, Australia

Reprinted from ACTS Daily Encounter






Think Love Into Existence
© 2002
Julie Jordan Scott

"There is Gold in Them Thar Hills!!" exclaims the television commercial gold miner. I
take the core of his message quite seriously: "There is gold in each interaction we have
with another human being."

Recently I was in a conversation with two friends, Virginia and Bryan.  We were talking
about the recent Festival of the Faiths in Louisville, Kentucky where Deepak Chopra
was a featured speaker.

Virginia had attended his talk.  Bryan had heard him speak before and shared
briefly about asking Dr. Chopra to sign a book for him.

Bryan spoke of the depth of feeling in the moment of eye contact as he requested
an autograph.

He said there was a sensation of light, of deep compassion, a profound and
expressive love for humanity.  All in a brief moment of eye contact.

Our conversation moved along to other topics and I pondered how it would be
to fully become a beacon of light.  I wondered how might I share deep compassion and
a profound and expressive love for humanity in each moment of my life.

I wanted to Be Like Deepak.

I wanted to Think Love into existence.

This is not a new concept for me, I know first hand the power of dwelling in a space of
love.  I know my own personal greatest successes have come from standing firmly in love.
Yet this exercise in "Being Like Deepak" was allowing me to intentionally try the tool
of love from a little bit different perspective.

I was very conscious of connecting this "Being Like Deepak" (which for me became "Being
Love") as the days wore on.  I was simply having fun with it, certainly not expecting anything
to come of my joyful experiment except knowing I would feel much more content.  I was
especially mindful of allowing the energy to flow mostly through my eyes.

Sunday morning dawned brightly.  I really enjoyed the message at church. The worship
service filled my soul completely.  As I was leaving, I spotted a friend who was holding
her baby son.  Apparently he had been in the service the whole time without
making a sound!

"Christina!  Henry was such a good boy today, I did not hear him at all! WOW!"

She smiled and said, "He took a nap, I was so happy.and." she was looking at me
oddly as she stammered.."Your eyes, Julie, they are so pretty!"

I was taken aback momentarily.  After all, we are on a committee together. We had spent
two hours together just a few days before this conversation.  I know she has seen my
eyes many times.

And then it hit me.

She was not only seeing the blueness of my eyes, she was seeing the beauty of the
love my eyes were expressing through my "Being Love" experiment.

The next day I found myself in a long bank line.  I groaned as I saw it.  "Oh
great, a long line."

In the next moment I realized I could spend the time in line "Being Love" .
I began to bless people with my eyes and thoughts, starting with the bank
tellers who were working hard to process the hordes of people.  With each
look, I consciously blessed them with love.

Next I began blessing each customer. Each person I looked at with love
became another "Blessee" or person upon whom love was being bestowed
through my eyes.  I was literally humming in contentment, no longer
concerned about the length of the line.

I would have been completely happy standing there all day long blessing
people, loving people silently.

As the line moved forward, I got eye contact with my next "Blessee," who
immediately gasped, "JULIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!"

I exclaimed back, "WOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW" as my mind briefly
flickered "I can not remember her name!!!"  Immediately, I shifted out of that
thought as we hugged each other.

With matching smiles of glee, we verbally shared our current lives.  We used
to work together at County Mental Health.  The man behind me wanted to get
into the hugging action.  As the line moved up and we were separated, the
woman in front of me said "These tellers just aren't giving us enough time
to wait!"

Now that is a change from the normal complaint factory of a line of people.

Nearly skipping out of the bank, my next stop was the epitome of the
ordinary.  My destination?  Wal-mart: my source for diapers.

I walked through the store, loving people with my eyes.   I sauntered
to the express line, very pleased that I was able to have no wait at all
to make my purchase.

That is, until it came time to make change.

The cashier ran out of single dollar bills.  The management had to make
change.  Seven minutes later I was still waiting for the $3.31 I was to
receive back from my $20.00.  I was almost ready to just leave, without
any anger of course because I was Being Love.

I looked out around me, still in that space of love when I caught the eye
of another customer who was approaching.

"Is this lane open?" he asked.

"Yeah, I am waiting for change though, you might not want to wait here."
Was my reply.  Thankfully the cashier was fully tuned into the situation
when she said, "And if you have one's then I can take care of you."

His total was $8.65 and he had $9 in his wallet: one 5 dollar bill and
four one dollar bills.

In one transaction, I had my change and he had his purchase.

I was so jubilant to receive $3.31!

"Thank you so much!!" I gushed.  "You have no idea how grateful I am for you
and your dollar bills today!"

My fellow shopper looked at me with a completely serious face.  "Well, Ma'am,
I like to think of myself as a Low Level Super Hero.  I just show up and do what
I can.. Deliver change as its needed, you name it and I just do my best to be
there and do whatever it takes."

A Low Level Super Hero.  What a delight.

I left Wal-Mart even more contentedly than when I had exited the bank.  The
joy factor was extremely high.

All I had done was stand on some lines.

It was who I was being and what I was DOING as a result that made the difference.

I was Being Love.  I was allowing the wisdom of the Gold Miner to permeate my
life as well.  "There is GOLD in each interaction."

There is power in love especially as we interact with whatever people happen
to be around us.

As I drove away, I called out to another old friend who "just happened" to be passing
by.  We shared deep love in our visual and verbal "How ARE you's?!"

It felt almost as if my car had lost physical contact with the road as it floated buoyantly
above the physical plane.

It is in that context of Being Love that possibilities and dreams come true.  It is the
most fertile soil for your next project.

What are you projecting to the world as you perform mundane tasks out in the
community?

Napoleon Hill said, "Our minds become magnetized with the dominating thoughts
we hold in our minds and these magnets attract to us the forces, the people, the
circumstances of life which harmonize with the nature of our dominating thoughts."
As I participated in my life focused upon Being Love, I was also receiving Love by
the truck load.

As I continue to Be Love in each moment, I continue to bring a higher level of joy
and fulfillment into my existence.

As I bring fulfillment, the abundance and prosperity naturally flows.

So you see, the Gold is MORE than in "Them Thar Hills."

What are you doing with YOUR Gold?
++++
The two individuals with whom I had the conversation that inspired this article
are both phenomenal coaches.  Please click on the links below to get to know them:

Bryan:
http://www.5passions.com/boostyourbiz.html

Virginia:
http://www.purposeful-living.com/
http://www.grandmapreneur.com/

***************
Julie Jordan Scott is a Personal Success Coach who left her career
as a government bureaucrat and built a successful business in less
than six months. She now combines mothering 4 children with inspiring
people worldwide with her books, ezine, teaching and personal coaching.
Visit http://www.5passions.com/ for free resources for YOUR success
Contact Julie now to bring YOUR vision to life today.
ph: 661.325.4116 or email mailto:julie@5passions.com
=================================================
Today's article contains nuggets of gold on several levels.  Thinking Love
into existence has the possibility of creating a more successful life than
you could ever imagine.  In fact, I believe that Love is the Greatest Success
Power of All!  You can take the Gold of that thought and wear it!
It is the Featured Thought on my very own Thought-Powered Wearable.
Visit http://www.5passions.com/thoughtwear.html to find out how
you can be a part of spreading the Power of Thought!





 
    GOD  ~  OUR  ONE TRUE VALENTINE 
 
 
 
 
 
 God's the only Valentine that lasts Forevermore 
Celebrating love is what Valentine's Day is for. 
He gives undying love to us each and every day
A love that always blesses us every time we pray.
 
 
 Dear God, my one true Valentine
Unconditionally, you will be mine. 
 The one love assured to always stay 
 Forever, not just on Valentine's Day.
 
 
Dear God how my love for you deepens and expands
 Assured that when I'm lost you'll always take my hand. 
And whenever I am sad or lonely ~ troubled or afraid
All I need to do is take the time to honor you and pray.
 
 
 Godour one True Valentine
For He is our Creator
Incomparable Love  ~  Devine
No Love could be Greater. 
 
 
 
 
Love and Light,
 
Donna Wallace
 
a.k.a.  Gentle-Daydreamer
 
©  2003
 
 
 
 
 





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