Friday, November 6, 2015

Order of the Iron Rose

Rust red and dusky black 
sullen tears of Mars.
We only reveal our 
argent shadows
once polished smooth.
We can help keep you
Cool, calm, collected
well centered
well grounded
well organized
physically, mentally, emotionally
Confident, courageous
relieved of anxieties
Hot flashes of stress or temper
Feeling fit and ready for combat
Safe inside our sphere of influence
where no negativity can breech our defense
you can choose and plan your battles wisely
We can draw you 
into moments of meditative ease 
where you can make more choices 
that will balance body mind and spirit
We will teach you 
how to spin
a strong silver chord
for your travels, 
young warrior,
that you may always find your way home
We stimulate your survival center
unlocking ancestral memories
sharpening mental focus
Cut us
We will bleed for you
Loyal soldiers 
with magnetic personalities
We stand ready to help you regroup 
after any difficulty
Sleep soundly and heal
We've got your back



For those new to the game, each piece is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a star, stone, animal, plant, etc that holds lessons of Wisdom for us. Can you guess who is singing today? 

Tuesday, November 3, 2015

Gone Walkabout

Gone Walkabout

A gang of gurus
A flash mob of 
herbivorous warriors
Red as the dusty Earth or
Grey as the twilight
between waking and Dreamtime
They sing you into their Dreaming...

"Every change is a journey
Each journey begins 
with a first step
What are you waiting for?
Put your best foot forward
Hop to it!
Stop thinking about the journey
Get moving!
Forward, ever forward
Cast no backward glances

We will show you how to leap
lifting yourself over obstacles
lending you Balance
Endurance
Agility 
We will teach you
how to reach a cruising speed
maintaining your course by instinct
as you bound through your landscape

Guides for the long voyage inward
We advise you to strip down to essentials
carrying with you only that which serves you
Twice Born
We believe in nurturing
our hopes for the future
Hidden safely away 
in Mother's purse
until conditions are right 
We can fend for ourselves

Jacks or Jills,
Consorts of saltating grace
We will do our duty 
for the good of the Family
Boxing challengers about the ears
Disemboweling those that threaten us
but most often 
simply allowing momentum
to carry us forward
to the next 100 acres
The greatest thing since 
the invention of pockets

We are One
We owe familial duty 
to our World
Our way is clearly marked
We leave behind large footprints
Fill them
Follow us
Accept your place within the Universe
Step up 
We will lend you our strength
Guard you
Guide you
Sing you into our Dreaming"




For those new to the game, each poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a star, stone, animal, plant etc that holds lesson of Wisdom for those who listen. 



Untamed

Wild as thunder & lightning 
We roam free
Black as the Void within
as dark nights of the soul
as Wisdom from the Ancestors
Striped with white blessings
Sacred Truth
Flashes of Purification
Each one unique
as a fingerprint
Fiercely Independent
Wise Fools
Gathering round 
the watering holes. 
We find our truest safety 
in numbers
Patterns of chaotic Balance
Hypnotize & Protect
Loners stand out
feeling vulnerable and isolated
We prefer to blend in
One with the herd
moving in 
Intuitive Harmony
Wild as the Winds
We live Free
or die trying
Running unbridled 
through life
Hearts pounding
Dancing hooves 
keeping the beat 
between sunbaked Earth
and savannah skies. 
We will teach you
the paths of the sure footed
Zen
Bring you clarity
perspective
balance of opposites
We can teach you 
how to dazzle the eye
distracting predators
and petty pests alike
Ancient Nomads
we will awaken your instincts
To thine own self be true
diligently separating truth from illusion
and so as day follows night
you will serve Creator and Community.





For those new to the game, each poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; a star, stone, animal, plant etc that holds lessons of Wisdom for us. Can you guess who is singing today? Congrats to Poppy (O.R.M.E.), Stephen Berwaldt, and Jaguarwombyn for naming this Teacher!


"Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness, and truth presupposes error. It is these mingled opposites which people our life, which make it pungent, intoxicating. We only exist in terms of this conflict, in the zone where black and white clash." 
Louis Aragon



"I experience a period of frightening clarity in those moments when nature is so beautiful. I am no longer sure of myself, and the paintings appear as in a dream” Vincent Van Gogh




"Freedom is power. To live a life untamed and unafraid is the gift that I've been given, and so my journey begins." ~ Catwoman

The Zebra is a single hoofed mammal native to Africa belonging to the same Genus as the Horse, Equus. Each species has its own general pattern of stripes, but the pattern on any individual zebra is as unique as a fingerprint! In fact this singular visual identifier, individualized patterns of white stripes over a black coat, is one way that zebras tell each other apart within their herd. No two are exactly alike. 

There are three species of zebra found in the world. The largest species, the Grevy's zebra, weighs between 770 to 990 lbs (350-450 kilos), and stands about 5 foot at the shoulder. The Burchell's, or plains zebra, is the most numerous. The mountain zebra is comprised of two subspecies; the Hartmann's and the Cape. The mountain zebra is the only one to have a dewlap, a fold of skin along the throat. Regardless of species, zebras live about 25 years in the wild and 40 in captivity.

Most zebras arrange themselves very much like a horse herd with several mares and their young guarded by a single stallion. The Grevy's zebras have a different set up. Their stallions establish set territories that they defend rather than a specific harem of mares. Mares enter territories to mate and give birth, but once their foals are old enough to travel, the mother and child move on.  

In the language of metaphor, these slight differences carry their own messages, and knowing which species you are drawn to can  pinpoint specifics they are trying to communicate. The dewlap, for example, indicates attention to the Throat Chakras care and balance. A mountain zebra may bring messages of a journey that will lead to enlightenment. Zebra's overall lessons apply though no matter which species you are examining.  



“In each of us lie good and bad, light and dark, art and pain, choice and regret, cruelty and sacrifice. We’re each of us our own chiaroscuro, our own bit of illusion fighting to emerge into something solid, something real. We’ve got to forgive ourselves that. I must remember to forgive myself. Because there is a lot of grey to work with. No one can live in the light all the time.”  ~Libba Bray



In the language of color, Black often represents Mystery and the Unknown. Therefore it also represents the Journey Within, the unfathomable Void through which we journey and the potential Wisdom/Enlightenment we gain by making the spiritual voyage. Black can represent age and the Wisdom of our Elders. It can represent the sacred or the profane. Black is a power color that denotes strength, authority, formality, elegance, and prestige as well as Earth and the physical world. It is also symbolically linked with Fear, Grief and Death. In the Lakota Tradition, Black is the color of the West direction on the Medicine Wheel; the direction of water, of dreams, Vision Questing, deep introspection and healing. West is the home of the Bear, Great Thunderbird, and the Sun. 

White often represents Divinity or Divine Blessings, Purity/Purification, Innocence/Wisdom/Enlightenment, Completion, Perfection, the spiritual realm, the Sacred and Faith. White is the North direction on the Medicine Wheel, representing the Great Mystery and the Wisdom of the Ancestors. In some cultures white is the color of grief and mourning. Science tells us that the color white holds the potential for all other colors and black is the absence of color. Symbolically, this makes white a good choice for meditations on new projects and beginnings. Black makes a good choice for meditations on eliminations and endings. Rising or Waxing moons are good times to begin important projects, spiritual or material. Just as Dark or Waning moons are a good time to ritually end things. 

Together, White and Black symbolize Polarities, the Balance or Union of Opposites in many cultures. Zebra reminds us of the importance of fully understanding and balancing our own polarities. This Teacher places special significance on the quests for Creative Expression, Truth, and Introspection. How do we define the "black and white" in our perceptions of the World? Do we focus on the healthy or unhealthy aspects and choices in our lives? Destructive or constructive? Light or dark? How do we define and address the good and bad within ourselves? 


"Seeking Clarity is seeking connection with the universe. To connect is to understand; to be clear is to be enlightened." ~ Annie Zalezsak


In my opinion, much of society today is geared towards isolation without any of the healthy introspection one might expect to find in solitude and silence. There are endless distractions from introspection provided for us every day, and a great many of us never choose to put distractions aside. Therefore a majority of us are diligently ignoring our individual spiritual growth, as well as hindering the overall health of society at large! Another of Zebra's primary lessons or gifts is that of Clarity.

I find that a great many people live in the "World as they would like it to be" rather than dealing with the World as it really is, warts and all. Most of us don't want to examine ourselves too closely for faults or flaws, which means that we seldom if ever focus successfully on correcting our individual or group misbehavior. Want to change the World? 

Well young Grasshopper, like all Change it comes from Within! Wish the world were more compassionate? Go out and participate in compassionate acts. Wish people were happier? Spread good cheer throughout your day, and choose happiness over and over throughout your day's challenges. "Where there is a will, there is a way" could be a Zebra motto. There can be a fine line between determined and stubborn  though! 

Zebra reminds us that all Change begins within us; requiring honest examination, reflection, planning, balance and action. Zebra is a potent, protective and even demanding Teacher. They teach us how to remain individuals while simultaneously instructing us on how to blend into our group. The health, needs and well being of the individual reflect that of the community, and vice verse. In this way, Zebra reminds us of Life's Interconnectedness. 

Zebra reminds me of the Heyoka, the Sacred Clown or Wise Fool who knows that "as plain as black and white", like much of Life, is just illusion; that all of reality is a perception agreed upon by a majority. Zebra knows that both humor and pain, joy and sorrow, love and fear are necessary lessons on the road to Enlightenment. For those drawn to the Zebra, I highly recommend an examination of the concept of a Sacred Clown as well as Jung's Fool Archetype.

Freedom is an important Zebra concept shared by their cousins the Horse. While the Horse has aided mankind and worked cooperatively with our species, the Zebra has refused throughout the ages to "be tamed". Thus, while Horse can teach us of the importance and freedom to be found in choosing to harness ourselves, Zebra reminds us of the importance and freedom to be found in refusing constrictive methods symbolized by harness, bridle or saddle. 

Zebra teaches us of the wild creative energy still remembered at genetic levels by even the tamest of creatures. Their freedom and strength comes from endurance, persistence, agile adaptability and the instinctive intuitive harmony found within a healthy community. Zebra says with great wisdom comes great responsibility, and asks us to remember that very little is as simple as black and white. Clarity, perspective, wisdom, balance, freedom... to Zebra, all good things come with patient introspection, determination and playful good humor.




“Gratitude unlocks the fullness of life. It turns what we have into enough, and more. It turns denial into acceptance, chaos to order, confusion to clarity. It can turn a meal into a feast, a house into a home, a stranger into a friend. Gratitude makes sense of our past, brings peace for today, and creates a vision for tomorrow.” ~ Melody Beattie 



“I asked the Zebra, 

are you black with white stripes? 
Or white with black stripes? 
And the zebra asked me, 
Are you good with bad habits?
Or are you bad with good habits?
Are you noisy with quiet times? 
Or are you quiet with noisy times? 
Are you happy with some sad days? 
Or are you sad with some happy days? 
Are you neat with some sloppy ways? 
Or are you sloppy with some neat ways? 
And on and on and on and on and on and on he went.
I’ll never ask a zebra about stripes...again.” 
~


Shel Silverstein

Keywords: Clarity, Balance, Freedom, Social, Community, Endurance, Determination, Separating Truth from Illusion, Memory, Individuality, Instinct/Intuition, YinYang, Co-operation, Blending in, Safety in numbers, 

Associated with: the constellation Orion, Serengeti, deities associated with equines like Epona or Astarte, deities of the wild like Artemis, Pan or Herne, deities of Balance or deep Mysteries like Ma'at or Thoth 

Potential Balancing Energies: sun, wind, water, grasses, wildebeests and other hoofed animals, other equines, lions and other big cats, hyenas and other wild dogs, insects like grasshopper, ticks, or flies. 

Thursday, October 29, 2015

Threads of Fate

Threads of Fate


Spin
Measure
Snip
Warp or weft
Winds of Fate blow
at their own discretion
as Grandmother
begins her
magical work
Dew hangs
from leaf and bough.
A small voice
raised in thoughtful expression
Who sings now?
“Strands of Time,
Possibilities,
True Dreams,
Deceptions
Power
Wisdom
Illusion…
The network of Life
thrums like a harp
beneath my nimble movements
shuttles flying
Brighid
Neath
Athena
Anansi
Perchta 
Can you hear
my chiming dance?
This,
my feasting board
my loom
Strung with Doorways like pearls
Shining like the Dawn of Creation
across the velvety Void…
Dreamweaver, Storyspinner
Patron of writers, artists, weavers
Gatekeeper
Trickster
I can reveal Truth or
tangle you in lies and confusion.
I sing
of spinning Worlds,
Infinity,
Creation,
Communication
the Sacred Spiral of Life
Woven lives and loose ends
trimmed in timely fashion.
Life is an art
We may each
become Master crafters.
Each emotion, word and deed
a color in our palette.
Behold your handiwork and
paint your canvas with passion!”



For those new to the game, each poem is inspired by a Teacher found in Nature; star, stone, animal, plant etc that holds lessons of Wisdom for us. Can you guess who is singing today? Congrats to Mary Trout, Jan Neavill Hersch and Marianne West for naming this Teacher!




"Creativity requires the courage to let go of certainties." Erich Fromm

"The world is but a canvas to the imagination."  Henry David Thoreau

"Scared? Oh, don't worry about Terry; he wouldn't hurt a fly. Well, actually, he would hurt a fly, bein' a Mexican red-kneed tarantula - Brachypelma smithii - and therefore particularly partial to flies. The point is that Terry has a bite relatively harmless to human beings, and you reacted as though he were fierce - which he isn't." Adrian "Bugsy" Malone played by Michael Palin in Fierce Creatures


Grandmother Spider is not always a welcome visitor. She is often greeted with fear, loathing, panic, and suspicion, which is actually quite extraordinary considering her small and delicate frame. In fact, most spider bites cannot hurt us in any significant way. I've been bitten on more than one occasion by a brown recluse for example, considered a very poisonous spider. What did I experience? Hot swelling in a large area around the bite, extreme itchiness, and shedding skin during the healing process. Brown recluse venom actually attacks the capillaries, causing them to collapse, so an extreme reaction to such a bite or multiple bites could cause severe damage or death. While it certainly wasn't an experience I would like to repeat, it was at most an uncomfortable couple of days with no lasting effects. Although, I was much the wiser for the experience. I now know how to avoid being bitten again and understand the brown recluse much better than I had before.

For all the fear that spiders engender in us, they are actually quite delicate creatures. If one were to drop a pet tarantula, for example, it would likely die from the impact. In my opinion, one of Spider's most important lessons is to always balance strength with gentleness. It is vital that we, humanity, learn that true strength is not force, violence, or better weapons... it is the courage and confidence to treat everyone and everything we encounter with gentleness. Yet, people the world over will react in a dramatically negative manner to the presence of even a tiny spider. Grandmother Spider certainly knows how to capture our attention and demand our respect, even when we don't understand her! What are we so afraid of?



Class Arachnida & Order Araneae, spiders are defined as predatory invertebrates. They have two body segments, eight legs, mandibles, spinnerets, and most species are capable of injecting some variety of venom into their prey. Scientists have described 37,000 different species worldwide. I will mention a few specific species, but most of our discussion will be about spiders in general. A solid study of the specific Teacher and it's general family, as well as balancing energies is always a wise choice. 



"Will you walk into my parlor?" said the Spider to the Fly,

"'Tis the prettiest little parlor that ever you did spy;
The way into my parlor is up a winding stair,
And I have many curious things to show you when you are there." Mary Howit

"Whatever befalls the Earth, befalls the son of the Earth. Man did not weave the web of life; he is merely a strand of it. Whatever he does to the web, he does to himself."

"The Indian prefers the soft sound of the wind darting over the face of the pond, the smell of the wind itself cleansed by a midday rain, or scented with pinion pine. The air is precious to the red man, for all things are the same breath - the animals, the trees, the man."  Chief Seattle

Considered a Trickster by most cultures, nevertheless, Spider has many fine qualities and is most often connected to creativity in all forms; creation, unity, interconnectedness, balance and agility. In some cultures Spider is the Keeper of All Tales, the spinner of creation, the patron of artists and writers, the keeper of ancient languages and the secrets of communicating through writing, a master Storyteller, and the mother of lies and illusions. 

Being so intimately connected to all of Creation, it is no wonder that Spider knows the difference between Truth and Illusion without a single doubt! It is no surprise then that She can spin the most believable of lies even more easily than her silken threads, and perhaps this explains a large part of why She is greeted regularly with such negative and emotional reactions!

Spider can teach us how to navigate our sticky webs freely, but more often than not we get caught up in our own illusions, the comforting lies that we tell ourselves to rationalize the bad choices we make. Sometimes, Spider needs to trick us and lie to us to teach us Truth, and because of her nature, these can be truly profound whoppers that alter our lives in extraordinary ways. Usually, the Truth that Spider is trying so diligently to reveal to us is that the only real lies are those we have been telling ourselves.
Many Native American tribes tell stories about how 

Grandmother Spider spun the web of the physical world, bringing our world and our many people into creation. She knows that while we are each (two-leggeds, four-footeds, winged, scaled, and creepy-crawly peoples, stones and trees) unique beings, we are nevertheless United within Creation; interconnected whether we believe this or not. We are separate strands but we are not alone, together we make the web of life. 

For whatever reason, most of humanity has yet to accept this simple truth, and struggles to this very day against accepting our fellow men as equals or even our very selves as worthy! We are beginning to feel the repercussions of our insistence on standing apart, living as if superior to all the World around us, and we will not profit by these blind and arrogant attitudes. So, I have to ask you...who is deceiving whom?
The spiral within Spider's web is a reminder that all life is connected, all life is a wheel constantly turning and evolving. Grandmother Spider sits in the center of her web to remind us that all things begin with us and radiate outward. We create the world around us through our thoughts, words, and deeds, and to change anything for the better we must truly be the center of that world, stop wandering in illusions, and begin spinning our dreams into realities.




"Happiness is not a matter of intensity, but of balance and order and rhythm and harmony."  Thomas Merton

"A balanced and skillful approach to life, taking care

to avoid extremes, becomes a very important factor in conducting one's everyday existence. It is important in all aspects of life." HH the Dalai Lama

"Even nectar is poison if taken to excess." Hindu proverb



The original tightrope artist, Spider can teach us how to balance all things while moving across the web of creation. This mistress of threads knows better than anyone that a truly fine line exists between most concepts. She will help us not only to see and understand those many fine threads, but to navigate between all things with supreme balance if we only put aside our fear and allow her to teach us... genius and insanity, bravery and foolishness, masculine and feminine (not all things are opposites), supporting and enabling, pride and hubris, humility and low self-esteem, strength and violence.

Reality and illusion are her specialty. To take control of our lives in a good way, we must first truly see who we are and the world we have built around us. All things must be allowed only within their proper place and measure. Are we giving too much to others and not enough to our selves? Are we thinking too much of our selves and not enough of others? Extremes should always be avoided, as even a good thing becomes bad when in excess. Love is grand but denying who we are, constantly "sacrificing" for others, or allowing ourselves to be used and abused in the name of Love is not only misguided, it is dangerous! Once we have achieved a sense of Balance, we can limber up and begin to move with the grace and agility of Grandmother Spider.


"What kind of an acrobat do you think I am? It would take me all night to write a word like that into my web." Charlotte the spider

"Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend and a good writer. Charlotte was both."  E.B. White

"Consider the past and you shall know the future." Chinese Proverb


Just as all things in Life are connected, so too does Infinity stretch in all directions. Spider's eight legs and her body's resemblance to the symbol for infinity is a subtle reminder. The past irrevocably influences the present, which will determine our choices, and thus our future. Who said that those who do not learn from history's mistakes are doomed to repeat them? They were right! Whether speaking individually or collectively, our past is never truly left behind. It will only be a positive influence in our current and future lives if we pay attention and learn from our mistakes. Perhaps this is why the humble Spider has been a symbol of Fate practically since the beginning of history! The three Fates or Norns spin, weave and cut the lifelines of each individual upon the earth, and Spider is their mascot and messenger. We would be wise to heed her!

There are many tales of Anansi the trickster spider, one of which tells how he became the Keeper of All Stories. The Seneca also believe that Spider created and taught us the concept of an alphabet so that we might communicate better and keep a written record of our histories and lessons. Even E.B. White's infamous Charlotte is famous not so much for her gentle and generous self, but for all that she communicated to us by writing within her web. In fact, spiders have been connected to lost languages, symbolism, secret alphabets and codes, dreams, and the written word in general over and over again around the globe.

Spider people, like Spider herself, can be rather shy, or perhaps a better description would be more solitary than social, and quiet individuals... but they carry a wealth of expression within their souls that must find release through creativity. Artists, crafters, musicians, teachers, and especially wordsmiths are watched over by this Teacher. It is often beneficial for such people to study languages, numerology or other forms of communication, and the number eight is significant to such people.


Circulation is often an important issue to Spider people, most especially those called by a spider whose venom affects circulation. Blueberries, raspberries, black berries, linseed, sunflower, pumpkin and sesame seeds, red clover, broccoli, plums, currants, foods rich in vitamins A, C and E, Garlic, Ginger, Cayenne, fennel, beetroot and watercress are all good for stimulating or cleansing our circulation. As is regular exercise.

Spider blood differs from human blood in some interesting ways. Firstly, because it has a copper center to the atoms of it's blood rather than iron, a spider's blood oxidizes blue, or blue/green, rather than red. Blue is the color of the Spirit Road. It is also the color associated with spirituality in general, hope, honor (true blue), loyalty


A fossilized spider found in amber is the first fossil found to contain blood from that long ago era. (http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2005/10/1004_051004_spider_blood.html) With the technology available now, one can't help wondering what yet to be discovered truths will be revealed to us through this Teacher. Whether or not you consider yourself a Spider person, everyone can benefit by becoming friendly with Grandmother Spider and there are many ways you can connect to her. Read about the hundreds of fascinating spiders in the world and their many unique habits.

Contemplate the artistic beauty found within a spider web. Did you know that there are different types of web designs and that not all spiders spin webs? Keep a journal, especially for your dreams. Explore the written word, the worlds it can create and how it can form a bridge from one being to the next. Express yourself, be creative, and most importantly be aware that you hang in the center of your own life's web! Without the creative aspect in our lives, we begin to feel drained and lifeless, and will soon be dangerously off balance. And without Balance, we cannot walk the web with ease, remember? Balance, communication (especially written, creativity, illusion, divine inspiration, mystery, wisdom and magic are all key concepts for this amazing Teacher. How does Spider appear in your life?




"Do you realize that if I didn't eat them, bugs would get so numerous, they'd destroy the Earth? Spiders are really VERY useful creatures."  Charlotte the spider

"Spider Woman used the clay of the earth, red, yellow,
white, and black, to create people. To each she attached
a thread of her web which came from the doorway at
the top of her head. This thread was the gift of
creative wisdom."  Navajo creation story



Wilbur: "Are you writers?"
Charlotte's daughters: "No, but we will be when we grow up."
Wilbur: "Then write this in your webs, when you learn: This hallowed doorway was once the home of Charlotte. She was brilliant, beautiful, and loyal to the end. Her memory will be treasured forever."
Charlotte's daughters: "Ooh, that would take us a lifetime."
Wilbur: "A lifetime. That's what we have."



Keywords: Deception, Illusion, Creation, Life/Death/Rebirth cycle, Fate, Cunning, Protection, Dreams/Nightmares, Web of Life, the Void, Transmuting Poison or Fear, Feminine Energy, Shadow Work/Energy, Balance, Communication, Storytelling, Mystery/Secrets, Magic, Creativity, Crafting, Luck, Astral Projection 


Associated with: Dreamcatchers and the Medicine Wheel. Weaving and other craftings (especially with thread), basketry, writing. Anansi, Teotihuacan, Arachne, Araidne, Athena, the Fates, the Norns, Maya, Neith, Atargatis, Biliku, Holda/Hulda, Inktomi, Kokyangwuti, Spider Woman, Coatlique, Ishtar, Grandmother Spider, Arianrhod. (Contemporary fictional figures) Charlotte, St Felix, Shelob, Lolth, Aragog, Spiderman, Spiderwoman, Venom, Scarlet Spider, 

Potential Balancing Energies: Insects like Flies, Gnats, Bees, Wasps, Beetles, Ants, Dragonflies, Preying Mantis and Assasin Bugs. Lepidoptera. Earthworms. Other spiders. Birds like Crow, Hummingbirds, Bahama Mockingbirds, Smith's Longspur, Redwinged Blackbirds, White Breasted Nuthatch, and Curve Billed Thrashers. Lizards, reptiles, and amphibians like Frog and Toad. Plants like Spider plants, Pine, Lemon, Osage, Willow, Banana, Horse Chesnut, Garlic, Goldenrod, Grevillea, and Fungi. Animals like Cats, Dogs, Shrews, Monkeys, Deer, Bandicoots, and Bats. Fish. Stones, gems and minerals like Spider Jasper, Amber, Spider-web Obsidian, and Alexandrite. Red Spider Nebula in the Sagitarius constellation.  




Tuesday, October 27, 2015

Feeling Large in a Land of Giants


I couldn’t have been two years old yet because Mom and Dad were still together, but I was definitely of a firm toddling age when these memories were made. I remember the small apartment somewhere in the wide Los Angeles area. It had shelves set into the walls that seemed to stretch up for miles that my parents had filled with books of all colors, but mostly I remember this apartment because I was fascinated by the Murphy bed in the wall. I had never seen such a captivating apparatus before and I took every opportunity to investigate.

I was just being shooed away from it properly so that the bed might be made up and folded into its niche without fear of including me (almost got me yesterday!), when there was a knock at the door. Now I knew it couldn’t be Mom because she had only just left to go to the store and even though the store was right around the corner it was much too soon. I stuck close to Dad’s knee as he went to open the door, so I could get a good look at whoever might be knocking.

It was a lady. She looked a little familiar to me. I think I had seen her in the hallways when we were coming home sometimes. I looked from her face to Dad’s as they talked, listening intently because it wasn’t always easy to understand everything grown-ups said. Sometimes they talked too fast or used words that I didn’t know. She was talking pretty fast and her hands kept fluttering up and down like the birds in the park. Gee, she seemed upset but I didn’t really understand why. I tilted my head and my forehead had that little bump between the eyebrows it got whenever I was trying hard to understand something. She told Dad that there was a little white mouse in her apartment and it must be someone’s pet.

Why would that upset her? He sounded like a nice little mouse and I wondered if he was very soft. I would love to see it because I had never seen a real mouse before, only pictures in books. Hmm, well it seemed she was upset because she couldn’t catch it and she told us that she was afraid of mice. This surprised me. I couldn’t even imagine why she would be afraid. Mice are supposed to be tiny, even smaller than ME and everyone I knew was a giant next to me. Oh! How exciting! She wanted Daddy to help her catch it. That meant I would get to go too, and see it… and maybe even touch it if they let me!


We went upstairs to her apartment and we all looked around. There he was! So small and very white, his eyes looked very black and shiny. He looked as soft as the dandy lions when they turn white and I thought it very funny how his tiny nose and whiskers twitched all the time as he watched us. Daddy saw him too and moved to scoop him up, but the lady saw him too and she screamed! Oh, she frightened him and now he’s run away and hidden under the stand with a TV on it. I sighed and looked at Dad. He seemed to understand and agree with what I was thinking. Wasn’t this lady silly to scream at a tiny little mouse and frighten him off when what she really wanted to do was catch him? Daddy started talking to the lady again to make her forget about the mouse and give the poor little thing a chance to get over his scare.

I held very still, stayed quiet and watched the place where he had hidden. It wasn’t long before he tiptoed out and sat at the edge of the doorway into her kitchen. “Shh, little mouse.” I thought at him. I moved slowly towards him but he scampered right away into the kitchen. I kept moving slowly because it was easier to be quiet when you moved slowly. He must be very scared to be so lost with all these huge strangers stomping around.


I was sure that I could catch the mouse because he didn’t seem really scared of me, just nervous. I followed him into the kitchen where he was waiting right in the middle of the floor for me. I just smiled and came close to him slowly so he wouldn’t be scared." Hello. It’s ok no one wants to hurt you, poor little thing," I was thinking.

Gosh, I had never been this close to anything alive so much smaller than me! His eyes looked like two drops of the ink Pop-o (my grandfather) used when he drew pictures for me at his special table, and Mouse’s wiggly nose was such a pretty pink, like his itty-bitty toes and funny tail. We stared at each other for a little while, just getting to know each other. Even though he was so very small, I had seen how fast he was, so I thought the best way to catch him would be to get very close and then grab him. So I did. He almost got away but I had him by his pink tail. His wee little feet ran on the air like the cartoon mouse who ran from the cat but this mouse was caught and wasn’t going anywhere!

I was so proud of myself! I had caught the mouse for Daddy and wouldn’t he be happy when I showed him what I had done all by myself! He would call me his Clever Girl and pat my back in that way that told me he was proud of me. I hurried into the living room with a big smile, “Daddy! Here, Daddy!” I got one quick look at their faces. Daddy seemed surprised and then he started to smile and laugh but the lady’s face lost some of its color. Her scream was so loud it echoed off the walls of the small apartment and scared me! I dropped the mouse and he was so scared he ran away again!


I wanted to too and my heart was pounding! Had I done something wrong by catching the mouse? Surely not, Daddy had smiled and he didn’t smile if I did something wrong! I got very angry at the large silly lady for screaming like that and ruining everything. Now we would have to catch the poor little guy all over again and how would we ever do that if she kept screaming all the time?! I never even got to really feel him and see if he was as soft as he had looked. I wanted to cry.

Dad scooped me up and gave me a hug telling me it was ok. They just hadn’t thought I would be so clever to catch the mouse so soon and it surprised them. He took me down stairs to see if Mommy was home yet and she was, so Daddy said I had to stay home so he could catch the mouse for the silly lady.

“Is mouses soft, Daddy?” I asked.

“Are Mice soft, honey, One mouse or two mice. Yes, they can be. How about when I catch him I bring him down so you can pet him before we find his real home?” Daddy said.

I smiled again and that made Daddy smile too. Then he smiled at Mommy and told her he couldn’t wait to tell her what had happened. I toddled off to find something interesting to do while I waited for Daddy and the mouse. sigh Mommy had already folded up the bed, so I had missed another chance to see how something so big could be made small. Oh well, catching the mouse had been exciting and I wouldn’t have wanted to miss that!


If only she hadn’t screamed. I sat in my chair and took one of my best books with the wonderful pictures of the real lives of rabbits off of my shelf to look at while I waited. I was very proud and grateful that I had such clever parents who knew the proper way to act around little girls and small animals. Still, I guess even if you are big, you can make mistakes. Maybe being big on the outside doesn’t mean that you always feel big on the inside either?

I pondered the meaning of size while I waited, occasionally looking over at the magical wall that held our bed. I couldn’t help feeling that if I could only figure out how something so big could fit into something so small, perhaps the giants around me would make more sense.