Loving An Injured Scrub Hare

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.