Tuesday, August 23rd, 2016
I Was Concerned
I was very concerned for this little guy, a skinny skunk, who was about to cross the street. Defensive instincts told him, “Not now!” The head-lights of the car and the sound of its engine were enough to deter the little fellow from crossing. After the vehicle passed, the skinny skunk did delicately bee-line his way over to my side of the street, bringing us close together.
“Not too close!” I pondered.
Now, he was scampering about in an area away from green trees, grass and bushes, while on the search for food. He took more to a concrete trail. I felt for him and wanted to guide him to a safer zone, more away from traffic. I would not let him cross Yonge St., known for its merciless motorists.
The skinny skunk could hear me chant and see me walking. I was trying to guide. He went on the defensive at one point, and abruptly stopped and lifted his tail, prepared to spray his essential oil. I halted. I could see the clear Vaisnava-like marking running along his back, commencing at his neck.
What a terrific reminder! He’s making me think of Vishnu with that white striping. After one long block of his finding no escape from human imposition—namely the attached buildings: a bakery, a bar, a software store and such—he made a turn to the right, to a residential green zone.
I was happy for him—the skunk. But, I wondered why he was skinny.
May the Source be with you!