A Grasshopper’s Dying Moment
A few days ago I found a dying grasshopper outside my bedroom window. This is not so uncommon at my home, but what transpired between me and a dying grasshopper was a moment worth sharing. My rock bottom moment came with the third and
fourth letter of the alphabet – cancer & divorce! Since, those moments (atop the hill and under
a big tree that later became my sacred space) I discovered more about life and
living than I could have ever imagined.
During this time frame I made a strange friendship with animals and
I would sing to the insects and speak of truths which I felt about “GOD, the Creator, the Divine” and all that is spiritually edifying. I didn’t want to talk about anything except enlightenment and how wonderful it was to be alive and how I could give back… I will just say the insects were willing to
listen, so our bond was sealed. So, when
I am outside I have peculiar adventures with the natives. One day I had my yoga mat spread out and
approximately 75 grasshoppers came and I was not sure if they were pleased with
me being there or not – as they each came and defecated on my mat. I
automatically thought they were showing me what they thought about my subject
that day or maybe it was my singing?
Eventually, I realized that I could not presume what their motive is and
to automatically see it in a negative way lessoned the experience. So, I found a way to rationalize that “poo”
could be a very precious commodity in their world.
So, when I found the grasshopper outside my window I couldn’t help but remember those moments and I didn’t know what to do for the little guy. He had obviously, like his brothers
& sisters before him jumped up on our porch for his last moments of life. Most have passed before I see them, but I
move them respectfully and thank the universe for them. As I bent down to move my little friend, I
discovered he was still alive. Just barely,
but enough that I didn’t want him dying alone.
So I sat there, on the porch by myself singing to a grasshopper about
the wonders of life and that it was ok… and anything I felt needed to be said,
I just sang it.
Within minutes his last breath was took and his legs fell limp. I don’t need to be reminded “it’s only an insect” or for implications I am losing my mind. LOST it years
ago! I know now that all creatures want
to feel the presence of love. They don’t
care who or what it is from. Love is
love and when an insect can feel and respond to it – I know that humans can and
do respond as well. This little
grasshopper taught me a big lesson about life, and just when I was so sure I
knew it all. ;-D