Last week under the new moon, I was walking home late along the rail road tracks.
The snow had made the path bright among the dark old stalks of plants that use to fill the vacant lot. As I walked something caught me by surprise.
A bunny! Clear and Close.
I felt immediately blessed and impressed.
I paused as it scampered away, mesmerized.
It’s not like I hadn’t seen a bunny before. There were many in the suburban fields of my childhood. But never in this city.
I walked further, and there was another who let me approach closer. Eventually it hopped out of sight.
I asked my spirit guides what could this mean?
“See the beauty in the darkness, observe how the snow sparkles, find the magic in the cold.”
It’s hard for a Cali girl to do, for all of us here in Montreal, hit with winter’s doom.
I called my mother back in Cali and told her the tale. She replied:
“Someone’s rabbit must have run away. There aren’t bunnies in the city.”
“No Mommy there was, it was a wild rabbit. I know it.”
It was a magical experience, one that taught me to slow down.
I’ve been a busy bunny.
Complaining at winter when I don’t want to go outside.
I’ve walked with anger and annoyance against the freezing wind.
But I’ve also remembered to dream big, to sleep more, and cozy up with my beloved.
I am learning to take care of my nest and see the sacred in everything.
Which means to look up at the sky more often in the city.
Because nature is everywhere.
The wild is still out there.
We still live in nature with our buildings and homes.
For humans are nature.
And no matter where we live, we’ve got to learn how to live with the flow.
Let your imagination go on a journey. Be open to what’s around you.
You might be surprised just how alive the city is.
I invite you to come join me for WINTER SOLSTICE it’s going to be a mystical ride…