Get Control of Yourself

As I prepare myself for the responsibility of actively teaching others, I am going to try to share some things that have been taught to me more recently.  

A few weeks ago Marco and I were invited to an adult birthday party.  It has party hats and balloons, but there were dirty words on those hats and balloons, so that made it adult.  Also there was beer- and adults.

The birthday boy is actually the husband/father of some ladies who are very, very special to me.  So special in fact, that right now I'm thinking about not seeing them three times a week when I do eventually leave the library and I'm getting a little weepy.  So special that this is one of my favorite pictures from my wedding:

I love that picture and I love that bunny in that picture.  She is cheesing it up in that picture but I still love her and that smile and how she ended up eating most of my nachos that you see to the side there...

Anyhoo- at this birthday party, that little bunny was running around like, well, a bunny.  A bunny on crack.  And you know what her mother said to her?  Her mother told her to sit down, cross her legs, put her hands on her knees and take control of her body.  And she did.

My bunny's momma didn't know it then (though she will now- hey girl!) but that moment taught me more than I could learn from any Mommy Blog or book or therapy session.  She treated that bunny like a person- not a child to be coddled, or an inferior who needed things explained to her... but as a person who was capable of controlling herself through awareness.  And the awareness thing- whoa.  In that moment I realized that I could probably use some more awareness myself.  Awareness of my own body and my own thoughts and those whispers in my soul that have been so long ignored.  

So when I find the panic climbing up my throat or the backs of my knees start to feel weak- I sit down, cross my legs, put my hands on my knees and get control of my body.  I ask my body what it's looking for- what is it afraid of?  I ask the whispers to speak a little louder, I'm still practicing.  I pace my breathing, it doesn't pace me.  And then I thank the universe for the people who unknowingly have given me so much.

And Just Like That...

I am sorry to say that I spoke too soon.  Our sweet bunny took a turn for the worse last night and although he did drink a little of his formula this morning, he is not doing well.  I feel really guilty and terrible about the whole thing.  Every website I used to mix his complicated formula and to order his fancy baby bunny bacteria described how hard it is to save a bunny this young who has been taken from his mother, but still I thought we had a chance.

We are keeping him snuggly and I made a contribution to MS Animal Rescue League because they were incredibly helpful in directing me to websites as well as offering some personal advice.

We have not lost sight of raising rabbits either.  We have a hutch built after all.  So we are scanning craigslist and going to the farmer's market today to ask the "meat guy" if he knows of any as well.

Loosing animals is hard.

Rabbit People

I spent most of Saturday morning complaining that Marco wouldn't let me have one of the free kittens we saw on the Square.  FREE KITTENS.  In fact, I spent most of the time we were making tire decisions, bike decisions and lunch decisions discussing all of the reasons I should be allowed to have a free kitten.  Marco continued to say no.

And then I got a group message from co worker- L describing how a rabbit family had been recently murdered by dogs and only one tiny survivor remained... did she know anyone who was willing to take care of it and love it forever??  Apparently she did.

He is a very grumpy bunny who does not like drinking from his bottle, but he takes his fancy Bene Bac and that is really what matters the most.  Here's to the best compost in Oxford!