This weekend we kept dodging the turtles on the highway. One we had to move out of the road for fear someone would crush the poor guy. We had lots of rain so I guess they’re out and about and spring is ripe and blooming full. Oh and not to mention the snakes are too ( did not replicate the snake though, or help it out of the way, but I did not run over it).
I guess the progress is going slow, however it is progress. I remain attached to my shell though, unless I need to retract. I think retracting is necessary. Then every once in a while popping out of my shell to give the ones I care about a doodle or two.
I will hear her sometimes at night (it’s a mother owl I believe outside my window) “who who who whoo… whooo” and naturally wake up and go “it’s an owl!” And go suddenly right back to sleep.
But I had some rather potent cup(s) of green tea earlier and now I am obliged to stay up, owl dear. Dear owl, I hear you. What wisdom do you bestow on me?
I’ll let you know what she says, with another doodle later.
Another doodle of the eclipse. I was in awe of the celestial dance we witnessed, its brief, brilliant moment in the sky.
Sun and Moon Dance
Then I read this Japanese Legend:
The sun and moon used to love each other, but because of their time difference, they don’t meet. So, God created the eclipse for them to meet, so that people would know there is no impossible love.
Totally inaccurate doodle of the total eclipse of the sun
Totally inaccurate I know, but a fun mush-a-doodle. We’re excited because where we live we’ll get to see it. Although we are crossing our fingers for clear skies!
The moth after I set it down. It started fluttering so it was still alive, thank goodness.Code Mush version of moth
The morning was alive with the night time still flourishing outside my window.
Nocturnal mornings? Sips coffee. I love nocturnal mornings!
We heard baby owls which I told my son sounds like an owl coughing, cackling, sounds evil. We listened inquisitively. Which then we heard the mother as well. She must have had dinner ready. Because of course it was time for bed for them.
And then as I was cleaning up my ridiculous cats mess (because he too had a nocturnal morning, or night, of zooming and making loud evilish sounds and crashes), I go outside to take the trash and as I’m shutting the door I notice a moth hanging in the crook of the door. I realized too late and smashed the door onto one of its wings. Oh dear! I pick it up and it’s still fluttering. I bring it inside to show the boys and we lay it gently down to see if it was still okay to fly. Well perhaps, I noticed it moving some more but it could be cold? I hope so.
I wonder if moths are visitors of the afterlife? They say in some cultures. Their spiritual meanings are clear: transformation. Rebirth. Letting go. All the things I have been trying to do these days. Holding onto the judgements, hatred of others. Let it go. Everyone is a horrible, shameful and flawed person…do they even know how to have compassion or empathy, or even to see it inside themselves? So I will move on, knowing I am not perfect and never want to be. Because no one else is either. Humans are insanely messy creatures.
Still struggling. Damn you, brain. Get it together. Stop thinking so damn much. Thoughts aren’t always facts, and you really never know what people are actually thinking either. So best put it to rest, brain!
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