Buzzards and dead possums TRIGGERS FOR DEAD ANIMALS
The crack house down the street from where I live is a lot like the sexual abuse in my life.
Long after the activity came to an end, its mere presence in my life was enough to upset me.
Anything that seemed likely to get things going again caused me lots of worry, anxiety and fear -oftentimes without me knowing it.
I've kept busy lately doing what I can to make sure the past stays in the past: that the crack house stays shut down; that the sexual abuse stays put in its proper perspective too.
Imagine my delight on a chilly morning this week, to spy three enormous turkey buzzards roosting on top of the little house down the street where the drug addicts, prostitutes and other criminals used to abide. Upon closer inspection, I beheld the object of their scavenging attention - a big old, freshly dead o'possum, evidently the victim of a hit-and-run.
The buzzards were taking turns.
To me, it seems an omen; a vision of divine will. That the crack house and the abuse are surely as dead and gone as that old dead possum. And that Nature with it's clean up crew of carrion eating vultures will be sure to clean up the remains.
Why do I see such hope and joy in the carcass of a dead marsupial and the rending of its flesh by carnivorous birds?
How do I make a hopeful omen out of the everyday affairs of creatures outside of my realm of influence?
It's because I have taken action to change the way I perceive that which occurs around me in the world.
And changing the way I perceive is more than enough to change the way I feel and react and hope and dream.
I figure, hey, maybe that dead critter was just doing what he naturally does..... "playin' possum". And those big, sharp-beaked birds took him seriously.
And me? I get to keep on living and breathing and planting my flowers and enjoying the sunshine and life.
So, of dead possums and hungry buzzards and me, I'll pick me - every time.
Regards,
Danny
**Caveat** Fortunately, my writings on this Discussion Board are only the musings of my feeble mind. These do not reflect in any way the opinion of the BoD, the mods or organization of MS. It's just me. But I bet you knew that! D
Long after the activity came to an end, its mere presence in my life was enough to upset me.
Anything that seemed likely to get things going again caused me lots of worry, anxiety and fear -oftentimes without me knowing it.
I've kept busy lately doing what I can to make sure the past stays in the past: that the crack house stays shut down; that the sexual abuse stays put in its proper perspective too.
Imagine my delight on a chilly morning this week, to spy three enormous turkey buzzards roosting on top of the little house down the street where the drug addicts, prostitutes and other criminals used to abide. Upon closer inspection, I beheld the object of their scavenging attention - a big old, freshly dead o'possum, evidently the victim of a hit-and-run.
The buzzards were taking turns.
To me, it seems an omen; a vision of divine will. That the crack house and the abuse are surely as dead and gone as that old dead possum. And that Nature with it's clean up crew of carrion eating vultures will be sure to clean up the remains.
Why do I see such hope and joy in the carcass of a dead marsupial and the rending of its flesh by carnivorous birds?
How do I make a hopeful omen out of the everyday affairs of creatures outside of my realm of influence?
It's because I have taken action to change the way I perceive that which occurs around me in the world.
And changing the way I perceive is more than enough to change the way I feel and react and hope and dream.
I figure, hey, maybe that dead critter was just doing what he naturally does..... "playin' possum". And those big, sharp-beaked birds took him seriously.
And me? I get to keep on living and breathing and planting my flowers and enjoying the sunshine and life.
So, of dead possums and hungry buzzards and me, I'll pick me - every time.
Regards,
Danny
**Caveat** Fortunately, my writings on this Discussion Board are only the musings of my feeble mind. These do not reflect in any way the opinion of the BoD, the mods or organization of MS. It's just me. But I bet you knew that! D