This morning I woke up (like I do most mornings). The first thing I saw was a little black furry face, with yellow eyes, staring into my face. Waiting. Waiting as patiently as she can. Waiting for me to wake up. And the minute she saw that I was up, well that was invitation enough.
TIME TO PLAY!!
She started by walking all over me, sort of as a warm up, then moved to pouncing on anything that sticks up or out. And finally the claws came out. As if I was one very large mouse. To be toyed with.
Morning time is especially intense, but she is like this all the time – well, except when she is sleeping, which is often, but it is one or the other, an on-off switch. She deals in the currency of play. And not just that she wants to play and be played with, but actually that everything is play. Everything is a game. Getting me to let her out – a game (one that she sometimes wins and sometimes doesn’t), getting me to give her special food treats – a game, getting me to chase her around the house with my “claws” drawn – a game.
I have a lot to learn from this little creature – who knows her mind and her moods and allows them full rein. Who let’s life be fun and playful. Who doesn’t really care what anyone thinks (except when she falls off the TV). Who is mischievous by nature, daring everyone in her sphere to live life to the fullest.
No mistakes that the Egyptians worshiped them. They could see the divinity right there in their faces, their regal stances, their devil may care attitude. They named their cat Goddess “Bast” (typical half cat, half woman Goddess). She is in charge of play, and fun, spontaneity and full self expression. She invites us to experience everything in our life as joyous, no matter what is actually happening. She is a stand for seeing life as a game, and demanding that the chase the mice in our lives with gusto and passion. She is delightful and delighted. She is Bast.
And I am Bast. Of all the many goddesses to choose from I notice that the world seems to love the Kwan Yins, the soft and gentle and serene version of the divine feminine. The one who probably doesn’t raise her voice. The one who is kind and serves and certainly doesn’t chase things around and laugh uproariously and demands attention and being centre stage by rolling around on her back and yawning, legs outstretched in every direction. But this is me. This is how I love interacting with the world. This my best self (and yes there are a few other Goddesses that capture my essence too, but for now I am exploring BAST – playful, fun-loving, mischievous Bast) and it is time for me to love her and claim her and live her fully…. Oh, I gotta go, I think I see a mouse!
But before I do, here is a question for you: Who is the Goddess who best represents your natural and essential energy? And what can you do to explore and express her more fully?