I love metaphors! They speak to us in another language--one that we seem to understand as much with our hearts as we do our heads.
My bunny, Nutmeg, and his life, his persistence is a metaphor (and an inspiration!) for me. I may blog off and on about Nutmeg and many of you who know me well know that Nutmeg is an important part of my life.
Nutmeg came to me as a kit with his sister/wife, Scout. They were the softest and most adorable bunnies I'd ever seen. They were really purchased as a bribe for my daughter, but that's another story all together. When we got them, we were told that being dwarf bunnies, they had a shorter life expectancy than regular rabbits and that 5 years was about the most we could expect them to live. Scout died when she was about 4--I think it was a snake bite that got her. I buried her in the back and cried buckets of tears while doing so--she had been my favorite. A white and gray, blue eyed bunny--she was always busy, industrious and the one that worked so hard to free them from every single cage I every constructed for them.
While Scout worked so hard, Nutmeg watched, waited and ate. He was lazy and I didn't think he was nearly as smart as she was. He certainly didn't mind her doing all of the digging while he rested! At the time, I could see myself in Scout--always busy while all around me teenagers languished on the couch just watching.
If you know anything about rabbits, you know that they mate for life. When one dies, the other soon follows. After Scout died, Nutmeg and I grieved together and I could see him begin to fade away. He wouldn't eat or play. He just sat with his nose to the fence watching and waiting for her return....each day a little thinner. I was afraid he was giving up. I felt like he needed to go find her and one day, because I couldn't stand the sight of him waiting for her, I opened the cage and let him go. That was about 3 years ago.
to be continued.....