Yes, that’s right. It’s the year of the RABBIT. I figured with the year I had last year, I should probably go looking for a little insight and celestial wisdom to inform and shape the year ahead. So I go to the oldest and arguably the wisest of the celestial systems. . . the Chinese Astrology. . . and what do I get?
Cute, fluffy, sweet, innocuous little fluff-balls. I was stunned. Critters known far and wide for munching and for humping. And of course for cuddling and being cuddled. And this they name a YEAR of my life after??? What kind of celestial guidance system devotes whole chunks of time to things like monkeys, snakes, dragons, pigs, and bunnies? What am I missing here.
Someone (probably the Pool Boy; he can be annoyingly rational at times) suggested I attempt to learn something about the system of Chinese Astrology before passing judgment or attempting to even blog about it. So I went to the literature. . . and got as far as THE OX. I discovered that I was born in the year of the OX!!! Thick, sturdy, stolid, unexcitable, reliable. . . cattle. . . which happen to be NEUTERED! Ugh. Any system that makes me into an ox. . . is suspect in my eyes. Oxen and bunnies. I ask you: is this any way to run a culture?
But then it was suggested to me that the Chinese probably took animals they were familiar with and began to attach larger concepts to them and to use them as archetypes, a sort of cultural shorthand. Somewhere along the way, human characteristics got mingled in there as well, and voila. . . a zodiac system was born. (Still doesn’t explain the whole DRAGON thing. And roosters? Don’t get me started!) Not– it was pointed out to me– so different from the traditional western zodiac or the cultural icons of our own age. Try explaining hula hoops to anybody from a non-western culture. “What? You mean the dervish action inside the sacred circle is not a metaphor for the human experience?” “Nope. It’s just for FUN.” Are we a ridiculously shallow culture or what?
But I digress. Back to the bunnies. I sat down and gave it all some thought. After all, I know bunnies. I raised bunnies when I was a kid. There must be something here of cosmic significance. . . some lessons I can unearth to help guide my way. I mean it’s worked for the Chinese for a few thousand years. And I formulated a few precepts, which I will share:
EAT YOUR GREENS. Eat like a bunny- lots of greens and carrots and stuff straight from the earth. It’s healthier and it’s better for your carbon footprint. Not that bunnies worry much about their footprints, carbon or otherwise.
STAY ALERT. Stay aware of your surroundings and watch where you are and what you’re spending your time on. Live “aware.” Make your time count. And don’t give in to things that dull your awareness– mindless things like drugs, alcohol, and Solitaire. In rabbit terms: there are hawks, foxes, big cats, and coyotes out there just waiting to pounce. Stay on your toes. And it’s not all negative. There is an aspect of “being ready for opportunity when it knocks” here, too. You want to be agile and ready to move, to react, to seize an opportunity when it pops up.
RUN WHEN YOU MUST. The Good Lord and Mother Nature gave you a flight reflex for a reason. Run, don’t walk away from danger. Toxic bosses, friends, co-workers, neighbors. . . unhealthy dependencies, morally ambiguous behaviors. . . run, don’t walk away. Again, wolves, foxes, and big cats are out there on the prowl.
HUMP AND CUDDLE in equal measure. Okay a little graphic, here, but loving and physical loving are a big part of human life. And the fertility part of this has its own unique rewards. . . whether it’s you having kids or your kids having kids. It’s the creation of bonds, of family, of loving and caring. And the whole cuddle and be cuddled thing– the would would be a far better place if we cuddled more. Embraced, hugged, petted, and just plain enjoyed each other more. Physical touch brings bonding and caring. . . it’s essential to the development of well-balanced personalities. Yes, bunnies teach us that. And, by golly, I’m gonna hug more and cuddle more this year. (You’re warned, all of you!)
EXPECT SMALL, you get small. EXPECT BIG and you get. . .
So, any lessons from the YEAR OF THE RABBIT that I missed? What year of the Chinese Zodiac were you born in? Do you think its characteristics fit your personality?