My stomach lurches and rises, falls
into complacency as I ponder events
of the morning, neighbors meeting
and greeting, my outward self effusive
whilst my insides struggle with parity,
and such is this life of introversion;

I yearn for the human experience,
all of it, and I constantly question
how to fit into the whole of it,
how others seem to manage,
socialization being a complication
long dealt with by a trained persona,
treasured heart-to-heart connections
all too rare and fleeting;

Still, I surely know my place is ever
to understand, to experience, integrate
an unforced and unconditional
acceptance, like or dislike stationed
alongside a badly needed unity
in this fractured human existence;

And then there are the squirrels,
my love of all creatures, even unto
feeling more akin to them than
to my own species, and yet
yesterday, one of these fat rodents
breached the garden wall, slipped
between wood and wire, destroying
newly sprouted seedlings, eating them
down to the roots, dahlia stripped
of too many leaves to survive, flowers
and lettuce decimated;

And I pondered guns and obliteration
and dens and tiny ones underground,
awaiting the return of an imagined parent,
and I simply do not know some days
who I am and what I represent at the core,
if not the celebration of all life, just
as the neighbors mentioned above offer
a live trap, options to relocate, a solution
not dreamt of at first, contributing
to the juxtaposition of confusion
and immense gratitude I feel nearly
every day for my fellow imperfect,
evolving human beings.

I know, it’s a chipmunk and not a squirrel. S/he is not the culprit spoken of ;

23 thoughts on “Squirrely

  1. It is hard not to think murderous thoughts when our food is being attacked and stolen. πŸ˜‰ Good Zen practice for us.
    Like you, esp. this time of year, I couldn’t bear making little ones starve to death because I eliminated a parent, ha! But that matter of eating the tulip bulbs must be stopped…

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      1. Ironically, my spouse this afternoon spotted a chipmunk eating my tulip bulbs. Grrrrr. I stuffed garlic mustard leaves down the holes… never tried that before but we had just removed a whole bagful of this invasive, so I figured I’d give it a try. I might be on to something. πŸ™‚
        I’ve heard that making a spray of capsicum and garlic works as a deterrent … ever tried it?

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  2. Meeting people again certainly churns up some some submerged feelings. Squirrels do what they do … and so must we to continue on life’s path. Getting out our heads is the best vacation we can give ourselves.
    Hoping you and the world feels more in balance πŸ’•πŸ™πŸ’•

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    1. True enough, Val. Just a bit of self reflection on the process of socializing, something I’ve always felt a bit awkward with. These people are reclusive neighbors who don’t bring up much except awkwardness on my part of trying to make small talk with those I barely know and don’t seem to have a lot in common with. I’d always rather talk one on one, but of course this is not always possible. Thanks for your kind words, as always. πŸ™πŸ’ž

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      1. Small talk and trying to be neighborly is tough… and something I need a refresher course on these days too ❣️I tell myself not to be so attached to the process … and that works as I’m not looking for more attachment to others. πŸ˜‰

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      2. Tis true. My besties are many miles away. The weird thing was, I ‘have’ found a really good friend here, she and her husband and Chris and I get along really well. She was over bringing me seeds when these other people stopped by to talk with her. They all help run the community food bank, so they have that in common. And so there I stood, mumbling about squirrels. πŸ˜‚ which is when they mentioned they had a trap. And so it goes! πŸ€—


  3. I so relate to this, Bela. The socialising….and the squirrels! One seems so superficial sometimes, and the other after all that hard work which goes into sprouting those seeds, can drive one nuts.

    We have squirrels around the garden too, and they love those young sprouting leaves…and that can be quite exasperating, but I also love to watch them at other times… so often forgive them for their destructive instincts…which really are nature’s way of survival for them. πŸ€—

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    1. It is. Survival. I get it. Yet we are in an area that has a very short growing season. Makes it tough raising plants from seed. We will discover an alternative, and meanwhile Chris’ patch job on the corners of the garden seems to be holding. And on we go! πŸ€ͺ☺️❀️

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  4. Real heart to heart connections can only be formed when young Bela. The friendships that we form in school and college stay forever, as we could bond easily and got to know each other so well. My best friends are miles away yet the connection with them is deeper than the sea.

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