A mouse wandered into the apartment as though it is sacrificing itself for the greater good.
After all, this hOMe is also where a developing Corn Snake lives. O. has been talking about how
she would like to soon feed Snakino live food, instead of the small, frozen mice that she buys by the dozen down at the pet store. Then, a little, black field mouse ran in through the sliding glass door as we sat at the kitchen table sipping glasses of red wine while pontificating upon the meaning of life. (What else is there to do?)
I am running on a deficit of REM Dreamtime sleep. There is no fooling myself - without deep sleep I am of little use. Just as "the great power and the great weakness" of Mouse Medicine tells, I have been mainly focusing on just two activities (writing and dancing) as a result. Today, I was reflecting on snake medicine and how, after consuming an entire animal whole, the serpent needs to just bee - in one place with little movement - so that it can digest its meal.
"What wisdom," I said to O. In the process, I offer myself the same medicine - copious amounts of rest. While browsing the web looking for shamanic images, I re-membered that the mouse is also prey of the wise Owl - every wild woman's totem animal. I smirk at the blessing and the bounty ~ yet another gift from the Universe. It always provides.
It always provides.
The challenge is, however, how can you adjust your gaze?
Turn off the television. Unplug from the media.
Quit looking at your mirror image and comparing yourself to anyone else. THERE IS NO ONE HERE BUT YOU.
And, my, are you mighty!
There's also a tale here about murder. It's a true story that I just heard about how One woman simply sought to express what was in her Heart. She was a dance therapist and expressive artist in another state and we were connected by just one degree of separation. However, another tried to keep her from sharing what her Soul longed to sing. He tried to oppress, suppress and repress her with their marriage vows and his madness. When she finally decided to walk out that open door and leave their Union, he took a gun to both her and him. Now, they are no more.
Let's leave unreal stories like these beehind and
co-create a hamonious tune of LOVE, Freedom and Letting Go ~ a legacy that we can all beelieve in.
