Rabbit I’ve got the keys now

February 10, 2014 by  
Filed under SYMBOLS & TEACHERS

Yesterday I discovered the frozen, lifeless body of my sweet little rabbit, my Animal Guide, lying under the big pine tree in my back yard. She froze to death in this year’s very harsh Chicago winter of sub-zero arctic temperatures. Naturally I was devastated. She has been my Animal Guide for several years now and […]

Have you had your Rabbit medicine?

January 26, 2014 by  
Filed under INNER JOURNEY

I love what my little rabbit, who lives under my back deck, continues to remind me, teach me, and show me. That there is always a way out. And that the best way out is through. Push through.

My Rabbit and I

April 6, 2012 by  
Filed under LIFE STAGES

Easter and Passover coincide this year.  As I reflect on these two highly symbolic and sacred holidays I realize that Easter is about new life, resurrection, and new beginnings. Passover is about freedom. Both are apt metaphors for my story of transformation that began long ago with a rabbit. I like to say I have […]

And then the Rabbit said “You are indestructible. Don’t you know that?”

March 12, 2011 by  
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This winter I found myself facing betrayal and the accompanying painful issues of abandonment.  Anyone who knows betrayal and abandonment knows that the emotions these events precipitate are absolutely staggering. There is loss and rejection. Bewilderment and confusion. Shock and numbness. Despair and grief. Longing and yearning. Denial, anger and shame. Self-blame and depression. You find yourself suddenly thrust […]

A Mid-Life Transition, a Rabbit, and Some Crows

October 30, 2009 by  
Filed under LIFE STAGES

The other day, as I was cleaning up my workroom, I saw a huge flash of BLACK out of the corner of my eye through the patio doors from the backyard. As I turned to look, I saw a second flash of BLACK. This one was even wider than the first. The flashes of black […]

A Mid-Life Transition and a Rabbit

October 22, 2009 by  
Filed under LIFE STAGES

When I first got married many years ago I lived in a 100-year-old farm house. It was the kind of house that had intense character and charm. By this I mean it had no closets at all, not one, and the basement had a dirt floor. The floors were crooked and none of the doors […]

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