Well, if you read my previous post you heard about the little bunny who almost lost its life.
It’s gone. This morning the cat brought it to my deck as a gift. Not quite dead, the shepherd finished it off. What to do with the bunny? Bury it — covering it with a big stone so it couldn’t be dug up? That seemed silly. Instead, I lit a stick of incense ceremonially in the circle of stones. Then I got the shovel.
I took bunny to the creek. I would do what the Hindus do in India. Most bodies are cremated but in certain instances the bodies are placed in the holy Ganges River to carry them along to the Source. So, with one careful heave of the shovel, I released the little rabbit to the elements. Since there had been a thunderstorm in the middle of the night, there was more water than usual — in fact, the creek seemed to be thriving. I watched as the bunny circumvented slick stones in the creek, the current carrying it away. It reminded me of the little container of marigolds I had released from the boat in Varanasi in memory of my mother’s passing. It may seem far-fetched but this, too, was a sacred moment for a life that was no more.
the creek will carry
you back to the Source
I watch from the shore