A frog was sitting on the
threshold of my home yesterday, facing the corner of the hinged side of my red
front door.
Now
that wouldn’t have been unusual if it weren’t for the fact that it’s the third
time this has happened. The first frog
was a wee, itty-bitty one. The second,
at least twice its size, and, this time, this frog could fit into the palm of
my hand.
The
other thing that got my attention was the heat.
Frogs don’t usually expose themselves to hot resting places. Granted, he wasn’t in the direct sun, but it
was over 100 degrees, even on the threshold.
So
I squatted, and we had a chat. He let me
pet him, and I laid a kiss from my lips to my finger to his back for good
measure. You know, just in case he was
a prince under some kind of magic spell.
What
he told me, I can’t say for sure. What transferred
from him to me was a kind of knowing that lightened my heart. Just his presence out of sync with my
expectations of the ‘regular’ world led me to a memory of a shared vision a
friend and I received many years ago during a drumming journey. The main jist of that experience was, “When
the frogs come back, healing will occur.”
Well,
the frogs are back.
Let's see. Frogs, spiders, mice, scorpions, bats, and last, but not least, a gopher snake have all made their way into our home, up here on the ridge, over the past thirty-one years. When I spot a frog in the house, my first question to it is, "Where is your leash? How can we go for a walk, if you have no leash?"
ReplyDeleteI like your post; it's nice to know others get visitors from small people also.