My Musings [and Muses]

Marrakesh: and a tale of hope for you and me

Maryam Montague
When she was a kitten, my cat Bizou did not know how to meow.  She would try to meow -- she’d open her tiny fanged mouth to try but nothing would come out.  One, two, three months went by but Bizou still didn't meow.  One weekend, my daughter, Skylar -- who was seven at the time-- announced that she was opening Meow School.  True to her word, she sat cross legged on the ground and placed the cat in front of her.  With a serious look in her eye, she said sternly, Bizou, I am going to meow and then you are going to copy me. Ready? Meow, Meow.  Okay you try now.  The small cat looked slightly bewildered but adoring as she was of her adopted human mother, she occasionally seemed to attempt to respond.  Nothing came out.  She was mute.

My husband and I found Meow School hilarious, especially Skylar’s teaching techniques.  But I also worried that Skylar would be disappointed because obviously, there was no way that the cat could possibly learn how to meow that way.  I tried to encourage Skylar not to waste her time but she remained undeterred.  Meow School continued unabated. 

One day, Skylar rushed in and announced triumphantly, She did it!  She meowed!  Sure enough, when Skylar meowed at her, the cat meowed back.  Now it didn’t sound like a proper meow – more like a strangled yowl.  But this was a huge leap forward.  In the coming days Bizou’s technique improved.  She became louder and louder until she was the loudest meower we had ever heard.

Perhaps Meow School offers a lesson for all of us, something besides just meowing.  Perhaps it’s about all the things that we thought were not possible but actually are.  All the things that we thought we couldn’t do but we actually can. 

I think I might need to enroll in Meow School immediately.  On my list of impossible-but-perhaps-now-possible things to learn includes:

  • Graphic design
  • Drawing
  • Photography lighting
  • Photoshop
  • Eye makeup (ahem, cough)

What’s on your Meow School list? I want to know.

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Marrakesh: and a tale of hope for you and me

Maryam Montague
When she was a kitten, my cat Bizou did not know how to meow.  She would try to meow -- she’d open her tiny fanged mouth to try but nothing would come out.  One, two, three months went by but Bizou still didn't meow.  One weekend, my daughter, Skylar -- who was seven at the time-- announced that she was opening Meow School.  True to her word, she sat cross legged on the ground and placed the cat in front of her.  With a serious look in her eye, she said sternly, Bizou, I am going to meow and then you are going to copy me. Ready? Meow, Meow.  Okay you try now.  The small cat looked slightly bewildered but adoring as she was of her adopted human mother, she occasionally seemed to attempt to respond.  Nothing came out.  She was mute.

My husband and I found Meow School hilarious, especially Skylar’s teaching techniques.  But I also worried that Skylar would be disappointed because obviously, there was no way that the cat could possibly learn how to meow that way.  I tried to encourage Skylar not to waste her time but she remained undeterred.  Meow School continued unabated. 

One day, Skylar rushed in and announced triumphantly, She did it!  She meowed!  Sure enough, when Skylar meowed at her, the cat meowed back.  Now it didn’t sound like a proper meow – more like a strangled yowl.  But this was a huge leap forward.  In the coming days Bizou’s technique improved.  She became louder and louder until she was the loudest meower we had ever heard.

Perhaps Meow School offers a lesson for all of us, something besides just meowing.  Perhaps it’s about all the things that we thought were not possible but actually are.  All the things that we thought we couldn’t do but we actually can. 

I think I might need to enroll in Meow School immediately.  On my list of impossible-but-perhaps-now-possible things to learn includes:

  • Graphic design
  • Drawing
  • Photography lighting
  • Photoshop
  • Eye makeup (ahem, cough)

What’s on your Meow School list? I want to know.

Peacock PavilionsImages at Peacock Pavilions.

Morocco: and a tale of a Vogue Magazine adventure

You know, I still find it astonishing, somehow.  Morocco.  No matter how long I live here, I sometimes still find myself taken aback by its otherness.

Like I'm an outsider, looking in.  Dressing the part, fitting in but never fitting in. Still fascinated. 

Vogue Magazine Morocco 1

Vogue Magazine Morocco 2

Vogue Magazine Morocco 5

Vogue Magazine Morocco 3

Vogue Magazine Morocco 4
Vogue Magazine Morocco 6

It's the secret, of course.  Continuing to be surprised by something so familiar.  Like when you catch a glimpse of your long-married husband from across the room, and for a moment, you see him with new eyes. And there is a flutter, a beating of wings, somewhere deep within you.  

Images by Vogue Paris, February 2010

Photographers: Inez van Lamsweerde & Vinoodh Matadin

Anywhere: and a tale of friendships and vampires

It’s been a tricky few years for friendships.  I recently made a new and very special friend.  She looked at me, a weary look in her eyes, and said, “Be wary of the vampires.  You know, the ones who drink your blood and leave you with nothing.”  

Oh yes, I know.  I know about those. 

Over the last several years, I’ve made the hard decision to cut out a vampire or two {or three} from my life.  It didn’t involve pointed wooden stakes but it was painful.  I liked and in one case loved blood sucking creatures.  But I had to love myself more.  

Friendship is a tricky thing.  But basic rules apply.  Lying, sneaking around, breaking promises, backstabbing – they are not on the list.   

Friendship by Maryam Montague

Oh why am I telling you this?  You already know.  Right?  

I want new friends.  But I’m watchful of that telltale white luster just beyond the skin’s surface.  The kind that’s not so beautiful when you get up close....  

PS Would love your thoughts or advice on this subject, if you have a moment.