Yesterday, Lisa called out from the kitchen that there was a grasshopper on the wall.
Now we are in full grasshopper season, and any walk through the fields has them leaping out of the way like you are Godzilla strolling through Tokyo. You also get buzzed by the flying versions like the WW1 Messerschmitt during a dogfight.
Not sure how this young fella got into the house, but he remained chill right though my time of cupping and rescuing him. No attempted Lilliputian leaps to avoid my Gulliver scoop. In fact, upon covering him with my hand, he climbed off the wall and onto my palm, like he was waiting for my arrival. Once outside he remained completely calm as he climbed out on my finger and just remained there, taking in his surroundings.
Now I’ve captured a lot of grasshoppers in my life, and they usually take the first opportunity to leg it, often bouncing around on the inside of your cupped palms like someone experiencing a M-1 Hold in Colorado, as you move them to safety. And once you offer them daylight, they are gone. Not this guy. He was definitely communing with me.
In fact, I had other chores to attend to, and could not spend the whole day with my new friend, so I walked around the side property and offered him a number of bushes and other vegetation to go to. I even offered him some of the mules favorite foraging trees. He just sniffed them but remained on my finger.
Finally, I stuck my hand through the fencing around the Jack The Spruce Grotto, and he slid off onto the tallest stalk he could find, like he had spotted just the right bus stop for his destination.
And while the photo was a little fuzzy, he turned his head slightly to where I was peeking through the fence, calling farewell, and nodded in a thankful way.
You see, the Jack The Spruce Grotto has its own kind of welcoming energy. I don’t blame the grasshopper for hanging around until I got to the right spot.
And now one more mystical creature calls it home.
This grasshopper was just carrying out his duties as a messenger from the Universe. Getting and holding my attention.
Confirming to me that it is time for me to creatively leap forward.
I’m all in.
I even got to circulate my latest audio version of the POC video for TWA to my inner circle and some of my expanding circle of local friends who have gotten to know Claire and her story. I wanted to get their feel on the Colorado part of the video. Everyone is loving the new music and Claire’s final voice.
This is going to be epic.
Well, today is Saturday and I have my weekend chores to attend to.
Claire has already been by for her morning snacks and a firm brushing to get the mud from last night rainstorm out of her fur.
So, I’m going to get a move on.
Let us see what today brings.
However, no matter what appears, let us make today a great one.
