Nick Drake by *JoniGodoy

http://jonigodoy.deviantart.com/art/Nick-Drake-48247135

Hurricane Isaac.

We're riding out Hurricane Isaac. We're in the country on the outskirts of New Iberia, LA. The sugarcane is gorgeous, right now. I hope the winds are kind to the sugarcane.

 Isaac will make landfall either late this evening or early tomorrow morning. I will probably lose electricity for a couple of days. I hope everyone stays safe!

My precious cat died. I miss her so much!

Pictures of my beloved cat. My oldest cat, Little Kat, died on August 23. It came out of nowhere. She threw a blood clot. I’m devastated. All I’ve done since then is cry. I miss her so much. I’m going to buy a concrete memorial cat statue to put near her grave. I have pretty flowers near her grave, right now. She is buried near a beautiful Cedar Tree. 

I have two other cats, Pumpkin and Pepper, and they keep looking for her. It is breaking my heart.  

Thankfully, I have several pictures of Little Kat and I also have several videos of her. It’s a comfort. 

Before I must meet the shock of dying
Let me diffuse the edge that is I,
Spread me out to include the flying
Night wind under the broad night sky.
If I were not persistently me
But blended out to the shape of things
Would I not find it easier passing
Into the light where morning sings?
And if my being did not hover
In a pointed singleness

Living could I not discover
Death's all-minded consciousness?
- Molly Drake

http://www.facebook.com/pages/In-Loving-Memory-Of-Nick-Drake-/383358021390

Nick and his music mean the world to me. He has touched me so deeply. Such soulful music from a soulful human being. I have an autoimmune disease and Nick's music brings me comfort and courage. RIP sweet Nick. You were too good in your way. Too beautiful for this world.

Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do.
Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn't seem much in their day
But when I remember those people and places
They were really too good in their way.
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won't come and see me today.

Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain.
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
And again
And again
And Saturday's sun has turned to Sunday's rain.

So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun
And wept for a day gone by.