I’ve been swimming in a dark place of late, a place that
feels influenced by peri-menopause and the planets, trauma from past lives in
this life and probably others, not to mention a string of gray days. I have tried to talk, write, run and ‘supplement’
myself out of this funk to no avail. Then
late today I felt compelled to run down the street something I never do late in
the day and something I had not yet done today.
Three blocks up just past the four way stop with its rush of
cars, I came upon a bunny dead on the sidewalk and in my haze I did not
stop. It only took a few steps to
realize what I had not done. I always stop for animals.
I turned and returned to this little creature bloodied and
alone and picked it up. I laid it in the
grass by the nearby shrub that’s been blossoming since Christmas day, the shrub
whose sweet scent I take in every time I run past.
I knelt by the bunny and the funk totally lifted as tears
streamed down my face, not tears of sorrow but tears of joy that I was able to
bear witness to this smallest of creatures.
I thanked it for its presence here on dear Earth and blessed its spirit while
asking that its soul group experience the love and appreciation I was feeling
in that moment for all the rabbit and animal world.
That was an hour ago and at least for now the heaviness is
gone with which I left home. The black
hole I've been swimming in feels light and holds light, the light of my heart remembered
and awakened by the little rabbit whose blessed body now lies under the sweet
scented shrub in my neighborhood. For this I am so very grateful.
-Dawn, The Good News Muse, 16 February 2012
1 comment:
Yes, sometimes it takes tragedy experienced or observed to shake us out of our funks. Sorry you have been down so low..... Glad you feel beter! Barbara S
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