Seeking
When the Squirrel doesn’t talk
I went into the desert looking for answers looking for some deep and profound spiritual experience looking for the burning bush looking for a squirrel to talk to me and show me the way. And nothing, no voices, no whispers, no higher vibrations, no talking squirrels. Nothing What happens when the squirrel doesn’t talk? Has the spirit world decided to pass? Did they run out of squirrels that day? Does God not care? I’ve been bugged for years about this spiritual stuff. Believed in it deep down. Talked about it. Searched for it. Prayed to it. And you’d think I could get some sparkle glitter fairy dust experience for all that investment. Some overwhelming sense of a long past ancestor. A knowing glance from a deer in the forest. The piercing gaze of a hawk balanced on a telephone wire. Nothing What happens when the squirrel doesn’t talk? Is the silence a reflection on me or a reflection of me? I’ll be honest. I’m jealous of all those apparition stories Mary, Whales, Grandma or Grandpa, Wolves, Stones, and yes, even squirrels. All saying, “I am here, you are not alone” So I want that squirrel to talk to me To convince me of the other world I need to believe in What happens when the squirrel doesn’t talk? In silence, I surrender. and stop looking and start listening and hear this world I need to believe in and the other world offers their gift. - Jose Enciso |
Artwork by Rich Arata
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