Last night gorgeous cat Frank brings home a gorgeous little scrub hare, who is innocence beyond the naming of it.
Frank is showing off his prize catch.
As I reach to save the hare, Frank drops her and she limps desperately to get away.
After a few phone calls I am in the car with said hare, snugly wrapped up in a shoe box, on the way to the 4 Ways Veterinary Hospital. I notice my somewhat desperate ‘wanting’ to keep this beautiful furry thing alive.
I think, “This ‘wanting’ the rabbit not to die is nuts, it’s not helping this fragile creature at all. In fact it’s probably making things worse!
It’s contracted and anxious.
It’s a screwed up energy.”
I let the ‘wanting’ go.
I drop softly into love and the atmosphere in the car transforms.
Perhaps this endless ‘wanting’ we do, is the antithesis of love.
