Too Short

Raven says that I should focus on nonsense today. Life is simply too short to spend time weighing up every word. She reminds me of the Mad Hatters Party Room and a rather insane guided imagery that I enjoyed. I am heading off to the woods to find a circle of trees to sit under.

You have been sitting within the circle of trees but you are beginning to feel tired of having nothing to do: your book has bored you as it has no pictures or conversation. Momentarily you consider making a daisy-chain, think of sitting under this tree checking to see if the daisies reveal your love of butter. You pick some golden yellow daisies and carefully break slits in the lush green stems. These daisies have nice thick stems and the chain forms quite easily. As you sit concentrating on the daisies you become aware that someone is watching you. A small brown squirrel, with a bushy tail that could easily become a duster, has sat right next to you. There is nothing remarkable about this, for in this part of the world squirrels scamper with gay abandon, busily collecting acorns from the heavily laden oak trees. The fact that the small creature sighs and remarks that “if you are going to come you better put your best clothes on” startles you. You realize that never before have you heard a squirrel speak, let alone seen one pull a watch out of its pocket and comment on the need to hasten. As the squirrel scampers inside a nearby oak tree you leap to your feet and follow……

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  • Fran  On May 16, 2011 at 12:49 am

    Having grown up with squirrels scolding from the top of the teacherage roof I am certainly ready to believe in talking squirrels–not to mention the one who thumbed his nose from under my friends cot as she slept on her porch or the baby who lived in a boy’s pocket and survived. Not to mention the fellow who scampered across a room full of students with his supply of feathers out of our pillows…..ah yes my dear Heather I believe in talking squirrels! Fran

  • Sally  On May 16, 2011 at 5:11 am

    I am so relieved to know that I’m not the only one that hears squirrels talking. Some people just hear their chatter but I think that is only because they have lost their sense of appreciation for nature. Once I was near the state capitol in Sacramento waiting for Arnold Schwartzenegger to come out of a nearby resteraunt. A squirrel saw me with my camera and told me I would never be able to see Arnold over the top of the suburban that was waiting for him. I figured that since the squirrel lived in the gardens that surround the capitol that surely she knew what she was talking about. Sure enough, Arnold exited the resteraunt and I couldn’t see him because he is shorter than I am! Those squirrels are pretty smart. More people should pay attention to them.

  • Woodnymph  On May 16, 2011 at 1:54 pm

    Never short the intelligence of the squirrel people…they know of what they speak, and they are not shy about letting you know what they think.


  • imogen88  On May 18, 2011 at 11:13 am

    I loved this, some nice faerie, and Vi, your “squirrel people” comment is perfectly right.

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