BUNNY WHITE

 

Owning things is just a distraction from the real purpose of being a human on this planet. And it is easy to say such things if you read books and your meaning is hidden deeply within each utterance that comes to the surface of daily speech. And my oracle is a blog, written daily or when I can get around to it. And nothing appears as black and white topic and conversation. My blog feels like a crime scene where there is a very subtle struggle for power when I am choosing my words and my topic for the day.

Nothing is as it seems, and all leads to the cage of ownership, where all is assembled off-shore or in a basket where all the seeds lay, depending if we are being simply organic, or if meat has to be kosher or banned on that particular day. And today my subject, not really royal or regal or even well thought of will be: Bunny White. And the origin of tranquility.

So we all know that stress comes with earning a living, or living in a city where there is no parking and you don’t own enough land to have a driveway or garage or place to put your stuff. And owning things is the American Way, or was when I was a kid. But the planet is shrinking and gravity is shaking things down to basics. Reduction and the amount of stress I can handle, when she says, “I’m bored, let’s move and buy a new house, or bus or place to displace the problems and stresses of daily life."

And I am asking myself, “How will moving to another town or place down the street, solve my problem?” And then you have to discover what your problem is. And that might be the beginning of everything else. How do you know what is the origin of tranquility, or in the worse case, what is the origin of your stress and problems? And now I know what this blog is all about. Bunny White.

So all of this got started when she was saying to me just yesterday. “What have you brought home during the last four months?” And that got me thinking, how should I approach this, should I give this serious thought, and detail all the material things I have bought for one third of this year? Or is she looking for small print in the library of my mind or heart or soul. Is she seeking the Inn of Tranquility in my reply, and doesn’t really want to know what I put in the closet or garage, without telling her? Wasn’t sure if I should pursue the meaning behind her question, or just list everything that was itemized on my Visa Card for the last few months.

All of this put me in a quandary and started me thinking. “Is it time to move again?” You see that seems to be a pattern in my life. I get stressed out and can’t find anything that really makes me happy, or suits my purpose in the current project, or even is close to what she is asking. And its true, reading the small print doesn’t help. There is no escape clause there. I don’t know why she is asking. “What have you brought home during the last four months?”

Bunny White. And I haven’t seen her for months and months. Woke up one day and she was gone. Took me a while to realize this was the greater movement of the planet, all things rearranging by plan or by design or by accident. And I didn’t really question why she went away. There are many versions to this story, and my friends say. “He enjoys storytelling.” And of course, that is partly true. I enjoy writing blogs and expressing myself. But there are some things we just don’t need to talk about. For example. Bunny White.

So if I tell you: “Owning things is just a distraction from the real purpose of being a human on this planet.” I wonder if you will realize that I am trying to avoid the subject of today. Bunny White. Maxing out my Visa Card. And moving because I can’t afford to pay my rent. And this I must admit is the origin of all my stress. Losing my job, and my significant other and the by-products of an ordinary life, suddenly in disarray.

And I am sure when closely inspected, we can say. “Calm down. Its not your fault. It can happen to anybody. Made in China. Lost your job. It will be okay, but not just now.”

 

And you are on the verge of screaming, but try not to. And so you say, calmly. “Bunny White.” And then go on a shopping spree. Justifying when she asks. “What have you brought home during the last four months?” You say. “Don’t worry dear. We can move and declare bankruptcy. It’s the American Way. We all do it. Sooner or Later.”