The Wild Mind



I saw the first McBunny in the yard this morning. A sign that it certainly is spring. Never heard of a McBunny? Ahhh. Well, these are the tiny kindle of critters that are just coming out into the light of day and exploring their new world. Problem is, like most when coming of age, there is no owner’s manual. So that big open space with lush green grass that looks like a good place for a first meal — translates into the last supper for little bunny-fast-food. The hawk and her young will eat well this week. It reminds me of when my Dad and I watched mutual of omaha’s wild kingdom when I was growing up.

It’s all about survival I suppose. In the wild it is easy to get swept away.  Much like the wild mind takes us well off the beaten path and on to bumpy roads.  There is something to be said for letting nature takes its course, though I do try to keep the little dog from claiming her own lucky rabbit’s foot.  And my youngest daughter still has longings to gather up all the young-buns and make a wonderful enclosure to keep everyone out of harm’s way. Though the bob cat showed us some time ago that having a bunny cage just slows down the dinner order, in the end it still becomes take out food.

No we don’t always see the end coming as we explore our wild world. Though we sometimes notice the signs that we are embarking on a new chapter in our life. My daughter’s text books are open to the very back pages now. The last chapters of facts, fiction and fallacy that mark the final days of this school year. Another academic year is winding down – prom is over, award ceremonies are showcased and hatching butterflies can be spied in  creative kindergarten classrooms, as these last few impatient days of school play out before summer break.

How we are able to ebb and flow with life’s changing seasons is perhaps one of the tell tale signs of our level of happiness or satisfaction with our life circumstances. How we interpret the unknown — with either ignorant optimism or unrealistic fear and trepidation — is the litmus test of a peaceful mind. The other day, I faced a situation where ambiguous events triggered a down-pouring of tears and worry. A few hours later, when the clouds had cleared and it was more than clear that I had in fact only imagined the set of circumstances held tight in my minds eye … a friend said to me “why do you do that to yourself?” And indeed I had to wonder.

It’s an interesting question is it not? Who can judge the choices made by McBunny? And how do we strike a balance with our thoughts gone wild and our wild side?

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