May 18, 2007

• That light, you know, the one at the end of the tunnel!

  I saw it today.  That's right.  I saw that little bastard shining for the first time in a long, long while today.

  Today was a great day.

  I feel my urge to use a pointlessly dreamlike post format coming back to me.  I feel that strange feeling, that strange joyful feeling.  Is it happiness?  It's been so long, I don't remember...

  Long ago, many moons ago, the great earth mother gave leave for celebration on this day.  To work would be a fools venture and anger the earth mother in her infinite wisdom.  For this reason, all those who worship the earth mother relaxed today, enjoying this boon she had provided to them.

  I am like the robin, delicately collecting this and that to build my nest.  I flit to and fro, working the forest floor carefully and finding all the perfect things to include in my home.  When I have finished and everything is in place, I sit back and bask in the glory of my work, chirping happily and grooming my wing feathers pridefully.

  Like a giant hawk she is.  She sees everything, every movement, every thought.  She can't be fooled when it comes to the emotions of others.  Her huge hawk eyes observe feelings as though they were giant neon signs.  When sadness rears its ugly head, other animals may run in fear, but not the hawk.  She plans her attack carefully, regardless of the mad stampede.  Then she swoops in an grabs the sadness with her razor sharp talons, instantly paralyzing it and then tosses it aside as if it were nothing.  Her eyes raise to the sadness' source and she calls out in her bright hawk voice, exclaiming that everything is under control.  She spreads her wings and is gone as quickly as she came, but one must know that the giant hawk is never far away, perched and ready to attack again whenever the sadness returns, ready to subdue it again and awaken joy with her great, brilliant cry.

  She is like a rescue dog, the ones with the small jugs of warm liquid around their necks that search for those lost in the snow.  Her mind races as she searches for the lost ones, making sure that they get everything that they need.  Nothing can sway her, nothing can distract her...except perhaps the direction.  She just gets turned around, that's all.  When she finds those lost and worried for their survival, she gives them everything they need from within the jub around her neck.  She fills them with warmth and allows them to continue living.  Then she rushes off again, perhaps in the wrong direction, but yet always finds those who depend on her regardless.

  It is like a prairie dog, studdenly alert and frightened, unsure of what is to come.  It prepares and scans the horizon seeking to understand the threat before it comes, seeking to save itself and its comrades from destruction.  Then it relaxes, knowing that things will happen as they may and it will know nothing more, no matter how long it stands upright and completely still.  It goes about its business, feeling ready to continue on.

  She seeks like a stray cat.  She has her own agenda, but is frightened and alone in a strange place.  Her longing to find her place causes her to reach out to passersby.  One lonely passerby responds with kindness and joy, pleased to have a new symbiot.  The stray cat needs a home and the passerby needs a friend, and they are bonded.  But the stray cat's lonely new owner realizes that she has seen this cat before.  A different time, a different place, but the cat was familiar.  This pleases the new owner even more, as now she can enjoy the vague rememberance of days past each time she sees the gentle little stray.  The bond is made and both are better for it.

  He waits like a cobra, ready to strike.  You must tread his path.  There is not other path.  You know he is there, but still he surprises you.  There is not escape.  You must learn to deal with the cobra, not seek to avoid him.  Your path will be harsh and filled with pain, but you will be a better person for finding a solution to his deadly bite.

  He frolicks like a ferret, constantly in motion, constantly having fun.  He is often there hiding and then jumps out from under the couch in his silly way.  He brings a smile to the faces of those around him.  What I wouldn't give to be the ferret and feel that ignorant joy.

  ...and to clarify, no, I am not stoned.

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