This is a trial thread to write some of my reflections. Others are welcome to it, of course. For a while now, I am being nudged to start this, for what purpose exactly, is unknown to me at this time. Moonlight is part of my spirit name, as some of you may know. Everybody knows that the moon has no light of its own. If you see the light of the moon on the water, then, it becomes a reflection of a reflection. Much to reflect on...
I will start with a short story of something that happened to me very recently. I live in an old house, built in the 1950’s or something. Like any old house, it has it creepy crawlies, some of which are “millipedes”, disgusting little creatures that run very fast. I rarely see them, but my cat does, as they come out at night, mostly in the basement… I hope.
So, one morning, I am in the basement and see my cat chasing after something. In my mind, it’s one of those creepy crawlies. It is under a Wii board that I have for games with my grandson. There I go to lift the board up so that my cat can play catch… fair game. But what I see has me screaming and running, toes curled, and all. I have never seen such a big one! Ewwwww!
It ran under a piece of furniture, under which it was safe. I’m thinking, a big Fucker like that I do not want around, I’ll have to take my courage and kill it somehow... I know…. I’m heartless.
Later that day, still thinking of the big Fucker, I go downstairs and I sit on the couch, lazy girl style, to close my eyes for fifteen minutes. It is a cool and rainy day, so I wrap myself up in a nice blanket and lift my legs. After a couple of minutes, I open my eyes and what do I see? The big crawly thingy sitting on my foot! The nerve of that thing! A quick “tabarnak” along with a strong kick has the bug flying away, nowhere to be found.
About an hour later, I am decided, armed with the vacuum cleaner, I will get rid of that thing! I see movement in a corner … the big bug is there, jumping at the wall…. But, wait… what??? My eyes need some adjustments, and then I see it… a tiny little mouse. It never was a humongous millipede! What a trick of the mind. I called upon my forever friend Francis, talked to the mouse, and bit later, once my cat was asleep, I caught the little mouse in a bucket and brought it safely outside, with admonishments not to come into the house again. So far, so good.
This little episode had me reflecting: what the eyes see is not always what is. The cute little mouse had me pay attention to details.
If you feel that you can’t smile, stand before a mirror and with your fingers pull your mouth into a smile. It is that important! Yogananda