14" x 18" Acrylic with Ink on CanvasI drove over roads yesterday that were completely under water last week. I had to totally ground myself for the energies surrounding me were intense. The day before the flood arrived, I came home to find a baby rabbit next to my house. First rabbit since last summer. I have mentioned before in my blog "the rabbit story". Came across the story today:
From: dan
Subject: The Sleeping Faun
Date: Wed, 15 Mar 2006
"No, I've never found goddesses attractive in that way, and no I never thought of anything "within" Terry. He was perfect as he was. I didn't want anything else than what he was. What I wanted was more time. "There's never enough time or money to make an opera." That was what my opera director mentor told me. As it turns out the amount of time is fine. What needed work was my ability to catch the nature of time and to synchronize myself with its many speeds. That's a skill, like playing an instrument, which is developed by determined practice. At 21 I simply didn't have the skill yet, and all the wanting in the world wouldn't change that, as I was to discover. Lucky me!
Perhaps there's nothing wrong with your friend at all. Maybe she's just addicted to the habit of whining, pretending that being pathetic is some sort of penance. Too much self-importance....does she think she's too good to have to suffer some in life?
Of course I know nothing about this person or her inner life, so its idle guessing. One night I hit a rabbit on the road, something I hate to do. "Oh! How awful!" But I realized how hypocritical that was, how self-important I was puffing myself up to be. Rabbits lived for millions of years before there were cars, so they can't really understand, with the oversoul of rabbits, what cars do...what the connection is between the lights and death. It moves at a different speed. "Death is not as slow as thought." But cars may come and go, as the vector of death for every rabbit on earth. But it could be too that our time will come and go, perhaps our great tower will rise and fall, and dissappear beneath the fields. And it could be that in those fields the rabbits will continue with their rabbit lives, concerned with more lasting things than wheels and headlights. Who knows? People only want to envision a story in which they are the stars...each of us is that way, must be that way, seeing our story reflected as in a mirror in all we see and think. But it should be obvious that there might be more to the universe than our story.
The rabbit story for instance."
Yes...one of my many favorite stories from Dan! The rabbit story. And yes, when the floods came, this story too came to mind.
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