What are your favorite physical activities or exercises?
On the top of the world
My favorite physical exercise is hiking on the top of the hill, and I love looking at the world down under and the skies high above, to which I feel closer with a touch of my hand.
The pleasure is watching the wind from faraway seas herd a flock of clouds like a celestial shepherd. And an eagle breasting the never-ending abundance of air follows a trail of the Sun Chariot to return to the castle east of the sun, west of the moon.
The delight is listening to the sussurs of the trees. It’s the wind speaking through the leaves, carrying the messages from my guardian angel I long to hear.
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There are stairs called “Nancy’s Steps” at the London Bridge on the Thames where Nancy used to walk up and down from her den to the world, back to the den to live a life God cared less with neglect with nothing more than her untainted heart flowing milk of kindness and compassion into the neverending faith of humanity alone Even if it betrayed her and bullied her in tatters; She pitied an orphaned boy named Oliver And protected himself from the world under Until the blindfolded Goddess Fortuna span The Wheel of Fortune to the fateful turn To which all her wishes were forefeited As her already wretched body was battered With the compass of the wheel bludgeoned Her life with the heart cherished with love; With the blows upon her still young head all her hopes for the beauty of life shattered and her tears rolling down her cold cheeks turned into liquid drops of pearls and crystals, and then, with a cry of the heart, she departed. or thought she, for she knew not what happened from dusk till dawn, wandering and waiting on the fateful steps, asking if you’d seen the boy.
Of all the cats that alone walked There’s none like Tabby Toro; He is the sweet of my heart And he likes to sleep at my feet. There’s no cat in the world is half so sweet as Tabby Toro; He is the sweet of my heart And he likes to sleep at my feet.
The soft furs are like a great fluffy pillow his little heart pounding at my feet with the brilliant eyes riveting billow bright sparkles of emerald secret he keeps from the faraway star where he was once a little prince; He is the sweet of my heart And he likes to sleep at my feet.
My mother tells me all the time that I love Tabby Toro too much, And, but for him, silent I am Smiling at the taunts and sighs such; But pity not, for I am fine as long as I feel the little heart at my feet, And I know there’s Tabby Toro He is the sweet of my heart
The words I am writing in this letter to you are the voice from my words, and I am addressing your soul’s heart to heart. I know you may not understand the complexities of human language, but my heart and soul are the basics of the words, and I know you will understand what I am trying to say anyway…
Camille
I am so sorry that I can’t provide you with the ideal environment for both of you, my sweet darlings, in my present situation. You know that I can’t let you out of our little bedroom whenever you want to go to the living room where the mother stays. She doesn’t like you to be around because she is jealous of my love for you. But she refuses to know that she loves me, not because she never does and has always been unkind to her only daughter. She is not evil but an ill person inside and outside due to her unspoken history of mental illness. I know it, but it’s a taboo that her family wouldn’t disclose. I know this because I am very keen on psychology based on human behaviors. I think you have already sensed it with your supernatural feline senses. What a fate!
Toro
When I utter a cry of fate, my soul cries at my fate of being unable to give you the necessary environment to thrive as happy cats. Of course, I always bring you to the doctor when you show symptoms of bodily discomfort, however slight they may be. But when I see my brother’s and cousin’s cats happily and freely roaming around their lovely homes, my heart breaks, and my soul cries inwardly and outwardly. How much I love you guys so much! Toro, you have been with me in every moment of my darkness and occasional lightness. You are always with me when life is unkind to me with the cold shoulders and icy glances. How comforting to stroke your cushy furs through my fingers lying next to me! You are my faithful companion. And Camille, since you came to me, your sweet purrs and meows have consoled my wretched soul. You are such a sweet soul. To people who believe animals have no souls, I defy to see their eyes straightly and speak to them softly that you love them! They know they are loved, and I know my darlings realize it! They know I am sad and happy. They are my only friends in this cold world.
So, I am asking you to hold on to hope that someday we will live in a lovely home where you can freely and happily roam around, run around all the rooms and floors, cajoling and frolicking to your content and being yourselves. Therefore, I wonder if you want me to accept Brother Joe’s proposal to move to Korea and live in his luxurious apartment with a spacious loft for you and me to live comfortably. What do you think? You think it’s okay?
Doubt that the stars fall from the sky. Doubt that the sea is blue. Doubt night becomes day. But never doubt I love you.
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