Disappear Fear
Here's an unoriginal thought:
Attaching arbitrary and subjective meanings to externals is both meaningless and meaningful. Meaningless, in that they are invented by us and attached to things beyond our control, presumably. Meaningful, because our creative subconscious uses them as projector screens to communicate with us. A spiritual feedback loop, if you will. So, it is based upon that premise that I share a small offering from the real life in my yard.
Lately, I've been granted the beauty of visiting birds of prey. Raptors during the day and owls of various sorts at night. For a while, a red tail and a cooper's hawk seemed to trade day shifts. Then, the cooper's moved on and the red tail held sway, occasionally in the company of a saucy wench of his own kind. This has been one of several signs of spring asserting itself despite the fickleness of weather. Returning buzzards and daffodils recite their maiden season verses as do the songs of smaller birds who are changing their collective tune in hope of attracting mates for the ritual of species propagation.
Mammals are not left out of the parade. As the wheel turns, skunks bumble sleepily, raccoons waddle in slimmer fashion, foxes whisper behind kid gloves as they trot along on errands known only to them. Moles create a wrinkled network, the chipmunks are still laying low. The rabbits never really disappeared. Like the deer, they are undaunted by short days and cold winds. There has been one, in particular, who thinks Taunting the Beagle is an Olympic sport, much to Gus' joy.
To the north of my front porch is a small area surrounded on four sides: the porch and raised-bed-with-small-water-feature to the south, a fence to the north, a tall gate to the west, a small hill to the east. It is protected from wind, though not from moles (see above).
A couple of days ago, while taking TB out "for pee and poo", I noticed a few small fluffy pieces of something. After TB were back inside, I went to investigate. There, in the space I described, were the clean-as-a-whistle remains of a rabbit. All that remained were the feet, ears, and pelt. The tufts had small curled strips of skin, indicative of raptor activity. I was amazed, as I always am, at how clean the insides of things really are, once the viscera are removed.
And then it hit me: a book I like grants specific spiritual attributes to various living creatures. In this construct, Hawk is the messenger and Rabbit is fear. Rabbit has been a constant totem creature over the years, though not primary for me. Hawks generally appear (or I generally notice them) when there's something I'm meant to notice, a message if you will. So, I can only conclude that the rabbit's remains and the obvious raptor cause could be construed as a message along the lines of: A natural end to fear.
The timing was excellent. I had just returned from a forty-hours-in-four-and-a-half-days class in a modality called BodyTalk. My experience in the class was of a solid "click". I got glimpses of a paradigm shift in my work, a new protocol within which to organize the various modalities I currently employ, a new context. And the thing is, the fit seemed to go both ways. I really connected and felt more competent than the hours should have supported. Everything I've done professionally, ever training I've had, all of the experiences-to-date prepared me for this moment of kismet.
On Tuesday, I had a mix of new and old clients. In every case, the treatment results were accelerated. I have a targeting system that makes my work more efficient. It feels holy/wholly joyous. Love abounds. And it has built in checks and balances for ego interference, which is always a plus. Takes some of the pressure off.
Tuesday night was when I found the rabbit. I thought about disposing of the rest, burying it, but decided to leave it as an offering to whomever and whatever could make use of the rest. It's nearly entirely gone as of today; one foot and a couple of shreds of furry skin remain. Not for long.
Life is so good. Cultivating a daily spiritual awareness makes it just that much richer.
-Dot
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