Is “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” just something us superstitious New Englanders do?
On the first of the month, if the first thing you say is “rabbit” (we said it 3 times in CT. Can’t be too safe.), then you would be rewarded with something you want within that month.
No, I have no idea why those two things would correlate. Rabbit=something good. But, then again, I accept “ghosts” as a valid response to “what was that noise in the basement” without batting an eye.
So, this month, I woke up early on March 1st and said outloud, “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit.”
Then I shortly followed up with a, “Shut it” to the complainer lying in bed next to me regarding my outburst.
Maybe that is where I went wrong. It should be “Rabbit, Rabbit, Rabbit” then a moment of silence, not profanity.
Regardless, my fabulous moment was followed up with stepping on an exposed carpet tack going straight into my big toe as I walked in the dark to the bathroom.
Three words were also said then, and they did not sound like “Rabbit”.
I got myself on the road to go to work, on time, I might add, and stopped at the mailbox. There was a thick letter from scary to-be-left-unnamed agency that you do not want to receive letters from.
Rabbit?
You owe $26,000…Please remit immediately.
{See explicatives from carpet tack.}
I start driving, clutching onto my black rock.
Have I told you about my black rock?
I should really give him a name...
I was at a yoga retreat a few weeks back, and my instructor handed these out. She said that she always keeps them handy because they absorb your excess energy. There was also something you could do with a flower, but you would have to bury it when you were done and I didn’t quite follow the whole thing.
Anyway, try it. It reminded me of a worry stone, and it’s been working for me. I am an extremely hyper person by nature and my current situation in life is requiring me to learn how to sit patiently on my butt for hours on hand. Oh, and I fall down a lot. This is supposed to help wtih that too.
Clutching onto the rock dispels some of my excess energy. And, it leaves enough left over to be be directed toward throwing the rock at someone’s head if the situation calls for it…
Now, if I could only stop losing the damn rock…
But, I digress.
My first reaction to all these unfortunate circumstances was to curse the Rabbit.
Instead, I just let it be. Ok. This is my new reality. Hold onto your butts, as Ray said in Jurassic Park.
Remember that scene when he takes the system down in Jurassic Park? That’s my life most of the time. Everything I try, I think to myself, “Hold onto your butts”…
Again, I digress.
And, just as quickly as it started, my life started to return to “normal” (i.e. nothing acutely tragic). My toe stopped throbbing. Made some phone calls to clear up the error on the $26k.
And, I quickly thanked the Rabbit.
