"What a great rock impression."
"Look at that rock in the middle of that yard."
If we see them about on a sunny day with updrafts and skydancers, we warn them.
"Get into the shade, or the skydancers will see you!"
This describes, in terrifying detail, how I have been living my life for the past four years. Not the walking and talking to rabbits part, but the hiding, freezing, and breath-holding. In this past year, The Year of the Iron Rabbit, (according to the lunar calendar) I have been hunkering down and waiting for the storm to pass.
Yesterday on our walk through the native space behind our house, my husband and I noticed... a pelt. He recoiled and said "what does that to a rabbit?"
"A predator. And time," I answered.
The thing about predators is they have nothing but time. They wait, gliding on updrafts, resting on warm air.
As I think forwards to this New Year, the Year of the Dragon, I'm still inside my stone-rabbit cell. I've never seen a dragon, have you?
I read this as an invitation to tap into the deepest sense of power and reinvent ourselves. This is a year beyond resolutions and goals, outside of weight loss and closet organization. This is a year to cast off shackles and fly.
After a year of turning inwards, focusing on the nature of ourselves, we launch into liberation.
From dharana to dhyana to samadhi.
Are you ready?