I've been pondering the possible meanings of the story I related previously about the lost earrings and the white rabbit. Although I prefer to relate to the world through the eyes of science, the poet/dreamer/Scorpio in me is never quick to discount an otherness, if you will, in our existence. I recall a conversation with a prominent pediatric neurologist twenty years ago who stated that we know so little of the human brain. That said, the possibilities abound for alternatives in belief, or additional beliefs. Unproven, yet when experienced, has the effect of making one proclaim I do believe.
In the hours before my first husband's unexpected death, I lay in bed and planned his funeral, with absolutely no knowledge that about the time I drifted off to sleep, he was involved in a fatal car accident. In fact, fully expecting to be awakened in the night by a knock on the door by the authorities, I laid out my bathrobe for quick access. At 2am, all was confirmed: two representatives from the police department and a minister. My physical shaking was as much from shock as from the acknowledgment to myself that I knew this was coming. How to explain this? Or, perhaps, not necessary to explain. Awareness might be sufficient.
A phrase has been repeating itself to me this week:
keep your eyes open; you never know what you will hear.
And, conversely, keep your ears open so that you may see.
Lord knows what it was I uttered when I squatted down
to sidewalk level and chatted with the white rabbit.
Most likely nonsense syllables -- just how does one
entreat a rabbit to come closer? But what I know
is that I said something, the rabbit's ears pricked,
and during that few-second connection I saw
the setting sun glint the edge of my lost gem.
And a note to the universe: send a white rabbit any day, but please keep the funeral arrangements secret until a more appropriate time