Spring Fever

It's spring!  Little animals everywhere are busting out of their holes and caves and eggs.  I'm seeing lots of foxes out there.  And rabbits.  And hungry bears.  And chickens.  And everybody is sniffing at the air and waiting-- not sure how to use the new spring love vibes-- run in circles?  Dig a hole?  Eat a worm?

Last night was an experiment in perspective.  I left three animals:  a three legged shepherd dog, a tropical bird, and a turtle.  But I didn't place them with specific people-- just left them around: one on an ATM machine at the Blind Elephant, one in a hole in the wall at Buddy's, and one in the jukebox corner at the Barbary Coast.   It's more fun to place them with specific people, but it was weird weather-- lightening and rain-- and people were weird-- still in their shorts with sunglasses on their heads and seemingly not sure how it wound up to be Saturday night all of a sudden.  It seemed like a good idea to just set the little beasts free.

I watched two people use the ATM at the blind elephant and neither of them saw the little dog who was RIGHT THERE at eye level.  People are so funny! 

I can only hope the little beasts got sniffed out and found by the right folks.  Either way, they're free to roam.

Happy Spring!

Turtles among us

Last night I was with some friends at The Barbary, looking for a natural turtle.  The first obvious turtle had on a too-small winter hat (didn't even cover his ears) and a giant backpack.  I had just carefully, with sweaty palms, unzipped the front pocket of said backpack, and was about to drop the little tortoise, when the gentleman-turtle inched himself off his barstool and made for the back door.  We waited a little while but he disappeared, turtled off the back deck somehow, I guess. 

A second natural turtle presented herself.  I tried.  But it seems I had lost my confidence with the first hiccup, so my husband dropped it in her open purse on his way to the bathroom. 

Turtles live where water and land meet-- they live in constant states of change and flux.  Yet by being balanced and stable and slow, they remain truly at home wherever they go because they are their own little travel trailers.  Turtles remind us that we have what we need, we carry it with us. 

Here he is, with Lauren, looking for his home.  So long, little turtle, hope you got in the right pocket!

road weasels and pocket chipmunks

The weather was warm so the Satellite Bar was busy.  I was feeling brave and placed two animals in very intimate places.  Got a little chipmunk IN a guy's pocket.  It fell out.  Laughter ensued.  The guy thought I was crazy but he was a good sport.  Reverse pickpocketing is hard!

The chipmunk is smart.  And talkative.  Chipmunks are about chatter, banter, socializing.  If a chipmunk finds you, you likely excel in storytelling. We live on stories.  So you are a life saver!

I dropped a little weasel in a girl's motorcycle helmet on her way out the door.  Hopefully her scalp wasn't injured.  I think that weasel really needed a ride-- fingers crossed he didn't wind up roadkill. 

According to what I've read, weasel medicine is all about observation.  Most people with weasel medicine are underestimated, people don't recognize how magical they are.  If the weasel comes into your life, pay attention.  Observe quietly.  Know that laying low and waiting for the right moment is an important tool and you are gifted in doing just that.