Quite the Life (and all in Times New Roman 10pt!)
Meal time at Chez Carrabis.
The ways of The Wild delight and amuse.
Yes, we feed those in The Wild.
And why not?
The pleasure they provide, the sheer joy of sharing with the Old Ones gladdens my heart and lifts me in ways interactions with own species seldom does.
If ever does.
It’s not that I don’t like people.
I’ve often told friends “People are wonderful! Lightly salted they’re delicious.”
budda boom
Keeping up my credos in cultural anthro/folklore/myth society, I note I anthropomorphize The Wild.
Well Excu-use me!
(extra points for any readers who know that reference)
Folklore and Myth anthropomorphize The Wild to teach lessons, offer morality plays, share spiritual meaning, et cetera.
It’s much safer to do so using The Old Ones than to blatantly attribute bad behaviors – idiocy, greed, malice, avarice, and so on – to the individuals still living and still in power.
Doing so often results in a shortened tenure upon the planet.
Interestingly, the only individual who could safely (okay, somewhat safely) get away with doing so is what many cultures recognize as the Sacred Clown.
The Sacred Clown’s primary role was to speak truth to power and they often did so with humor. Many of today’s comedians share that they told jokes as children because they rapidly learned the bullies couldn’t hit you if they were laughing hard.
Sacred Clowns exist throughout history. George Carlin was one. Mort Sahl was another. Down through time they were Jesters, circus performers, thespians, and interestingly they tended to be people either intentionally or by self-design on the outskirts of society.
Better to observe from such positions, don’t you think?
So here we have two Rabbits, perhaps once best of friends, now not talking to each other.
Who know who slighted who, either real or imaginary.
And as that’s an anthropomorphization, I suspect imaginary.
How about you? What do you think?
Nothing quite like a relaxing raccoon.
My better spirits kept me from suggesting a lazy raccoon.
Some in The Wild move slower than others, some faster than others, and all move to the music Nature plays for them, to the ways and on the paths The Old Ones set down before Two-Legs gained our name.
And still…it’s nice to relax on a warm June day, don’t you think?
Once again we glory in Hecate and note she has concerns.
Because we value The Old Ones in our lives, their concerns are our concerns.
In this case, we suspect Hecate is concerned about the growing Coyote population in the woods behind our home.
We want the Raccoons to feel safe when they grace us with their presence.
Likewise, we want Coyote to know we appreciate them as well.
Hmm…
A problem to be solved…
They can be quick, you know.
Sneaky.
And quick.
Perhaps they have something else to do?
Ever wonder if The Wild makes appointments?
If Coyote has other matters it must attend?
Aside from changing seasons, aside from sudden weather changes (is there such a thing as a “sudden weather change” in The Wild? I mean, aren’t they aware of such things? Doesn’t their weather-wizardry put Two-Legs’ best meteorologists to shame? One wonders…).
They know they must return to their den, their nest, their roost, their burrow, to feed young, to check on mates, to do things only The Old Ones alone know how to do or which even should be done?
One wonders…
If only we had the millions of years of accumulated wisdom as do they.
We do, of course. We are both products of evolution.
The big difference, me thinks, is they pay attention.
We don’t.