Fowl Tails

We discussed the Third Step this morning. You know the one: comes right after the Second Step, precedes the Fourth Step, number three in the orderly progression of twelve steps. This Step talks about god and finding god and all of the ways that god can piss us off. Fortunately, the Third Step doesn't bring out a big self-righteous stick to whack us if we have some trouble dealing with god, which most of us do. It encourages us to just hang in there. Due diligence is a phrase that comes to mind.


I tend to over think things and I can get mired in a thick mud of rationalization if I try to conceptualize god and what it means to turn my life over to his care. I become confused. I don't know what the will is, either, so I couldn't cede control of that if you paid me. I've always liked the advice to stay in the minute. I can't do it too good but the instructions are pretty clear. If I'm doing what's in front of me and not what I think may be in front of me in the future things seem to work out OK.


Anyway, I was sitting in my porch this morning watching this baby bunny bounce around. He appeared to have ingested more coffee than me and he was also damn cute. Tomorrow morning after he and his brethren have ravaged my vegetable garden and SuperK's flowers once again, I'll be dreaming of baby bunny stew, but I'm trying to live in the moment. I'd really feel like a piece of shit if I nursed a grudge against a bunny.


The bunny would eat a little then take a few big jumps. It looked to me like he was doing it for the sheer joy of jumping. At one point he exploded forward and landed right on the tail of a mourning dove who was foraging in the area. The dove fluttered briefly and settled back down, no doubt saying: "What the fuck?!?" although he didn't appear to nurse any resentments.


The bunny had blasted a few yards away but came back to stare at the dove, who tried to ignore him. I wasn't sure if he was being apologetic ("Sorry about that"), confrontational ("You looking at me? You looking at me? Well, there's nobody else here"), or issuing a challenge ("OK, on the count of three: Mississippi one, Mississippi two . . . "). Suddenly, he made a big charge right at the dove, who flew away. Enough is enough, apparently, even if your protagonist is young and cute. The bunny made a big leap and disappeared into the thicket that passes for my neighbor's garden.


I am totally roaring at this point at this stupid rabbit. I wanted to go outside and play with him. Scare the bird, leap into a big, soft thicket, hide in the cool darkness, find mama, take a nap.

Be the Rabbit. Be one with the Rabbit.