I used to think that in my animal reincarnation I was a squirrel, and maybe that was so when I was younger. When I was a child I was told that squirrels scurried and I like to scurry. If you look outside this fall, squirrels are still scurrying. It fact it seems that they are in more of a frenzy than other years. And then there are sooooo many of them, even though there seems to be a plethora of seeds and nuts. Don’t they know that there is enough for all? Clearly, the squirrels in my yard are not looking for silence, solitude or simplicity.
Maybe years ago I scurried around in a frenzy to be sure to get my share of the goodies. Maybe I still identify with the intense, compulsive energy of the squirrel. I may remember, but this running about doesn’t appeal to me; I’m just not in a squirrel’s body any more.
And yet, I love squirrels. Um, undoubtedly I’ll always have a little squirrel spirit in me. Just yesterday I put an over-ripe (call it rotten) pumpkin on the back stoop. This morning when I opened the door, a squirrel scurried off, leaving sunflower seeds behind in his newly created orange play fort. I’m glad he’s enjoying our playground. I’m reminded of all the days I spent as a nine year old scurry about outside, creating magical worlds. Now that I think of it, it was a silent, solitary, and yes, a simple life.
Maybe years ago I scurried around in a frenzy to be sure to get my share of the goodies. Maybe I still identify with the intense, compulsive energy of the squirrel. I may remember, but this running about doesn’t appeal to me; I’m just not in a squirrel’s body any more.
And yet, I love squirrels. Um, undoubtedly I’ll always have a little squirrel spirit in me. Just yesterday I put an over-ripe (call it rotten) pumpkin on the back stoop. This morning when I opened the door, a squirrel scurried off, leaving sunflower seeds behind in his newly created orange play fort. I’m glad he’s enjoying our playground. I’m reminded of all the days I spent as a nine year old scurry about outside, creating magical worlds. Now that I think of it, it was a silent, solitary, and yes, a simple life.