MAGIC Owl art print by pixie

Dear Pixie,

As you are the animal spirit guide mama, please provide a bit of insight to the animal spirit that seems to be insisting that I pay attention to it now:

the MOUSE

You see, there was another little interchange with a mouse a while ago. I wasn't blogging then, so it didn't make the press as I only write about the day at hand. However, on this day, some weeks back now, I had to make the long drive down to the golden mile. This is rarely something that I enjoy and is always something that takes some advance planning as it cuts into my whole day.

About ten miles into my journey, I notice something in the passenger side floor. What was that, I wonder. Back to driving-- then again, something flashes in the corner of my eye. Pretty soon I get a gander and it is most definitely a mouse moving quick as lightning up and down the incline of the foot area and ending under the passenger seat.

Much as I wish it weren't true, the motion of the mouse unnerves me. I simply can't drive and have it be next to me like that. Every time it races up the back, I have an involuntary shudder. And so, I pull over into the back parking lot of the grocery store.

It is a hot and sunny day. Really hot. I have some bagel, so I get out, open the passenger side door and put a piece of bagel on the door jamb. Then I keep putting bits down to the ground and leading away from the car. And then, I stand and wait. In the hot sun. In the hot, hot sun-- I stare at the open passenger door and will the mouse to jump out and run away.

I begin to wilt.

I don't know what to do-- I can't get back into the car with the mouse there because I can't drive. I need to get down to the golden mile because I have a ton of errands to do.

A man in a white truck pulls alongside of me. It is the Hostess Donut truck delivering to the grocery store. He asks me what I'm doing and at that moment, the mouse comes to the edge and we both see him clear as day. And I know you won't believe this part, but I will tell you anyway, the mouse was hunched on his back legs so his head was fully up. He was soft brown and his ears were big and pointy. His eyes were dark brown and I hate to say it, but he was adorable.

But that was the only glimpse we got. He saw us and darted back under the passenger seat.

Donut man offered me some white powdered donut to entice him with. I sprinkled that about, same as before, creating a trail away from the car. At this time, I realized, not only was I melting in the heat, what field mouse would leave the cool shelter of a car to spring onto hot tarmac that stretched for yards? Not mine, I'm sure. So, Donut man drove off and I climbed back into my car. My body was filled with agitation. Not only for missing my errands (because no way in hell was I driving anywhere but home with this creature), but because I didn't want to drive with him doing the running back and forth thing.

The whole way home I was cringed into a ball on the left, which took me a week of yoga to un-torque, but we made it back and he was never seen again.

And then, last week, as you might recall-- more mouse energy.

I might have continued on my merry way with nary a thought to what mouse was trying to make me pay attention to had we not had one more incident last night.

After three mournful days of computer woes that had me planning the purchase of a new computer and batting my laptop into a pile of smithereens with the help of an axe and a 2x4, my husband came home last night and went up to see if he could make sense of the bizarre symptoms I was reporting.

In a matter of minutes, the cause of all my suffering was diagnosed: the mouse.

(Well, there was one other oddity-- the date on my computer was wrong. Doh. That cause a bunch of weirdness, too-- but mostly? It was the mouse. the coffee saturated mouse).

Sooooooooooooo, my dear friend, oh wise one of the Animal Spirit kingdom--- WTF is Mouse trying to tell me?

Thanks and bisous, E

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