A friend, Bill, said to me, “Why did
you change from speaking about Mom Nature to Mother Nature?”
Now that I pause, ponder and reflex on the change, it is no small matter. I switched from comfy intimate ‘Mom’ to a more global commanding ‘Mother’ because Hummy seeks to influence the World in Disarray rather than stirring a small pot of stew. When Hummy flew over the airport in Dominica and saw the book cover ‘The World in Disarray ‘ his tiny bird-brain jumped to Trumponian visions of saving the whole human race, although he would deny that to himself later on. Are we all masters of self-deception; and see gold and grandeur in his little Lotto ticket?
My ole professor told me, “I had 2 hours of reality once and it almost did me in.” So, is our reality close at hand; not global but local. Is truth within neighbors or a bridge too far as in CNN? Is our strength built on each other or on distant mega mouths? Will Hummy look to BillyG and the others close at hand or to global kingpins far out of his short-winged reach and cross-examination?
With ambiguous minds the animals began choosing their supportive counterpart to form the Double Circle in earnest.
Now that I pause, ponder and reflex on the change, it is no small matter. I switched from comfy intimate ‘Mom’ to a more global commanding ‘Mother’ because Hummy seeks to influence the World in Disarray rather than stirring a small pot of stew. When Hummy flew over the airport in Dominica and saw the book cover ‘The World in Disarray ‘ his tiny bird-brain jumped to Trumponian visions of saving the whole human race, although he would deny that to himself later on. Are we all masters of self-deception; and see gold and grandeur in his little Lotto ticket?
My ole professor told me, “I had 2 hours of reality once and it almost did me in.” So, is our reality close at hand; not global but local. Is truth within neighbors or a bridge too far as in CNN? Is our strength built on each other or on distant mega mouths? Will Hummy look to BillyG and the others close at hand or to global kingpins far out of his short-winged reach and cross-examination?
With ambiguous minds the animals began choosing their supportive counterpart to form the Double Circle in earnest.
*******
“I have no earthly idea what we are doing or why we are doing this Double Circle thing,” moaned Mum, the nanny goat.
Carefully Mary, the facilitator crooned, “We become ‘pairs’ of animals in the Double Circle and are supportive of each other. We must have each other’s back like fighter pilots. But to do this we have to put aside all the ambiguity about each other and all imagined or real incompatibilities we may have for the other.”
“I have no earthly idea what we are doing or why we are doing this Double Circle thing,” moaned Mum, the nanny goat.
Carefully Mary, the facilitator crooned, “We become ‘pairs’ of animals in the Double Circle and are supportive of each other. We must have each other’s back like fighter pilots. But to do this we have to put aside all the ambiguity about each other and all imagined or real incompatibilities we may have for the other.”
Speaking out of turn from the outer circle,
but with good cause, King, the kingfisher, sang out, “ I am a fairly solitary
bird and don’t join others easily. Why should I be doing this pairing routine?”
Also, from the outer circle, Leda the
dragonfly spoke out,” “This isn’t going to work for me either. After 300
million years of ancestors on this planet I am stuck in my ways.”
BillyG bleated, “Because of the Hurricane Maria we all got herded
into this cave and after that things got real spooky. It was a ‘good spooky’ in a manner of
speaking. When Maria became the enemy, we found comfort in each other.”
Hummy hummed in, “ Just before the storm
hit I found that I was having a conversation with a billy-goat which was
puzzling but BillyG got my attention.”
“Wow, that is spooky,” cawed Paula, the Sisserou
parrot. “Being a wordsmith as some of us parrots are inclined to be; I can
honestly say that the event of our group coming together is phantasmagorical[1]”
“So, you think we are on some kind of drug,”
rumbled Myrtle, the turtle. “I don’t do drugs. “
The
other animals chimed in, “ No drugs here and besides that is a human problem….”
“Did you notice that when we came into the
cave we all got doused with the curtain of water on the lip of the cave. I
could not avoid it,” barked Jake the basset hound. “Maybe there is something in
the water.”
“That is a distinct possibility,” crooned
the facilitator, “and I actually drank some of the waterfall. But we need to
come to grips with the pairing issue.”
“We are all of different species of animal
except for Paula and I as well as BillyG and Mum,” squawked Shazam the
Amazonian parrot. “I believe that Mom Nature is guiding us towards having
humility and openness to accept an alter-ego or supportive animal because we
all know that a big human problem is EGO. We all need to understand how the
humans got so big-headed, smug and power hungry.”
Milvus, the black kite, squawked,
“ I don’t like ambiguity at all. The human problem is also too many
complex words like ambiguity. I want to learn how to feel your presence with a
gesture, a look or a touch.”
Buddy, the agouti, sweeked, “ Stroke my
whiskers all. I must have drunk some of the waterfall because I believe again.”
suggested reading: The Hidden Message in Water by Masaru Emoto
[1]
Used now to define a night out, normally
substance fueled, that leads to lots of strange, weird, wonderful and damn
right crazy things taking place around you as you try, and fail, to make sense
of exactly what is going on.
