Gratitude
Isn't it funny how life comes at us sometimes? I've often noticed that there are these small moments scattered amidst the insanity of everyday life that are there for no other reason than to build us up. So much in the world seems designed to tear us down, but if we're attentive, the world offers us nearly infinite moments of reconciliation.
For me this summer, these moments come with rabbits. It began the week I spent at the Lama Foundation in New Mexico -- there was this rabbit that would hang out near the path I walked on and watch me as I walked and meditated. There was another little rabbit that lived near my hut and would great me every morning and evening when the sun came close to the horizon.
But the rabbits didn't stay in New Mexico -- that was over two months ago, and I don't think I've gone a week without seeing one. They wait for me on the trail by my apartment. It's funny, because they really will wait on the side of the trail as I walk by, and as soon as someone else passes, they scamper off into the brush. It's as if they're waiting for me to see them. They wait for me in yards; last week, one bounced across the street in front of my car like it was a squirrel.
I have taken this to mean that the rabbits are there for a reason (who sees this many rabbits?) so I looked them up on a website dedicated to Zuni fetishes (I first saw the rabbits while I was in Zuni country, so I figured I would check out their significance for the Zuni people).
The rabbits are a guard of fertility, childbearing, and long life. Single girl that I am, I'm pretty sure that's not what they're telling me! They also represent awareness of others, serenity, and a release of fears.
That may be on to something. A very wise friend of mine models the Buddhist practice of neither clinging nor repelling. He simply accepts life as it comes -- the ups as well as the downs. Maybe he and the rabbits are working together to teach me a lesson about my life. I've often written about how I spend too much time trying to manage my life. This could well be my call to live it. Fearlessly. Serenely.
Maybe the next time I see one of the little furry guys I'll ask him!
Love,
Becky
For me this summer, these moments come with rabbits. It began the week I spent at the Lama Foundation in New Mexico -- there was this rabbit that would hang out near the path I walked on and watch me as I walked and meditated. There was another little rabbit that lived near my hut and would great me every morning and evening when the sun came close to the horizon.
But the rabbits didn't stay in New Mexico -- that was over two months ago, and I don't think I've gone a week without seeing one. They wait for me on the trail by my apartment. It's funny, because they really will wait on the side of the trail as I walk by, and as soon as someone else passes, they scamper off into the brush. It's as if they're waiting for me to see them. They wait for me in yards; last week, one bounced across the street in front of my car like it was a squirrel.
I have taken this to mean that the rabbits are there for a reason (who sees this many rabbits?) so I looked them up on a website dedicated to Zuni fetishes (I first saw the rabbits while I was in Zuni country, so I figured I would check out their significance for the Zuni people).
The rabbits are a guard of fertility, childbearing, and long life. Single girl that I am, I'm pretty sure that's not what they're telling me! They also represent awareness of others, serenity, and a release of fears.
That may be on to something. A very wise friend of mine models the Buddhist practice of neither clinging nor repelling. He simply accepts life as it comes -- the ups as well as the downs. Maybe he and the rabbits are working together to teach me a lesson about my life. I've often written about how I spend too much time trying to manage my life. This could well be my call to live it. Fearlessly. Serenely.
Maybe the next time I see one of the little furry guys I'll ask him!
Love,
Becky
posted by Becky at 8/08/2006 04:06:00 PM
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