Much like we humans, only “the glass” is the ego, or the personality, that keeps us tentative and attempts to protect and defend our vulnerable sense of self; that keeps us from really opening, really meeting each other - Being to Being – Heart to Heart - seeing *through* the glass…
It’s been
a challenging week here in the “Cosmic Play of Life” with some new insights and
perspectives gained along the way, which I will write about in another post in
a few days. But I thought I’d post these
photos of my new friend – “the Cosmic Gymnast” – who offered moments of play
and comic relief. Or is that “cosmic”
relief. J
We hung a birdseed bell on this pole several weeks ago, waiting for the
birds to show up. Instead after it had
been out there about a week, “the gymnast” showed up one day and entertained us
with a variety of antics. We don’t know
*how* he got up there, shimmied the pole I would imagine, although we caught
him one time trying to figure out how to jump from the nearest tree branch to
the pole, giving up and going back up the tree…
After our
initial meeting – above photo – where he chattered and whipped his tail at me
through the window, he then gave me the inquisitive eye – looking at the camera
lens. Undeterred, once he knew he was
safe, he then went directly to the business at hand – apparently oblivious to
my presence, yet cautiously watching for any sign of movement. I made the
mistake of tapping on the window to get his attention, as I wanted more
connection, and he clamored down the pole. I imagine in his animal brain he thought it
was an act of aggression, which ended our “connection” – now he won’t even look
at me… LOL
Seems
that happens with humans as well, don’t you think… We want to love, to be loved, to connect, to
be friends, but we don’t always speak the same language, or play life the same
way… J
Instead, we fear each other’s differences, criticizing each other’s
words or path, indirectly, because it’s not like ours. Our hearts close down, or we chatter and whip
our tails into a frenzy, puffing ourselves up…
We mis-interpret the “sign language” and get offended, causing all kinds
of problems – personally and globally.
But I
digress - here’s a little light entertainment from the cosmic gymnast feasting
at the Play of Life…
Getting into position
The Hang
The other side of the hang
Preoccupied
Enjoying the Feast
The next
time we saw him, he brought a friend – a bigger squirrel - whom we think could
not climb the pole, instead sat on the ground waiting to eat the seed
droppings. We had hung a different kind
of birdseed bell, which did not hold together as well. At one point I looked out and it was
completely gone, and there was at least half of it left! I looked out and there was his friend eating
what was left of it underneath the tree.
Sorry the photo isn’t good, the limitations of
my camera, but you get the idea. Even
those of us who don’t climb the same pole, or play the game the same way, or
even play the same game with different intentions, still ultimately win the
cosmic prize in the play of Life, with a little help from our cosmic friends of
course. J LOL
May your
days be filled with the *awareness* of the Divine Play of the cosmos that is
taking place here – The Divine playing in its own game…
“You are here – life exists…
the powerful play of life goes on,
and you may contribute a verse…”
the powerful play of life goes on,
and you may contribute a verse…”
Walt Whitman
