"Robin and the Rabbit"
Yesterday, before the Full Moon did arrive, I got some flying and hopping critters on the turf of my surrounding suburban sprawl--damn boy, they got dynamite down the street, building up the money structures, and forcing the animals to recklessly reside near quasi-concrete jungles.
Anyway, the Robin: In Medieval Europe, lore explains that the Robin flew at Christ's crown of thorns, attempting to tear it away from Our Lord; however, he only managed to damage his own breast; thus, wears red there, as a badge of honor. Too, Robins want us to trust our instincts, expressing our independent creativity--so goes the metaphysics and magic of it all.
The Rabbit. Boy can they dodge and dance like Flutie in the pocket up on the Canadian grasslands, representing thunderous fertility and yet open vulnerability. Though boxed in, plenty of Rabbits have been known to kick their way out of a predator's razor sharp claws or ferocious fangs.
All in all, be grateful for nature; moreover, the infinite beauty of creation. All painted upon our sweet observations--if we take the time to look.
I know these pictures aren't fabulous, but zoom in fella.
