January 7, 2024, Malibu
Is there a mouse in the house? or something bigger? or maybe under the house, trying to scramble in?
Mouse Medicine is Scrutiny. Every single creature carries a medicine, a message not to be ignored. Of course maybe said scratching is actually a rat, or a squirrel, or a raccoon, or or or, as I can only hear it…but methinks mouse.
Hence, Scrutiny, and a moment to reflect on that which is directly in front of me and requires my attention.
OYE.
And what I see is that my world in this canoe that I am paddling has hit rapids.
And what I hear is:
The path you took to get here has washed out;
The way forward is still concealed from you.
The mouse has quieted.
Message received. Thank you, Mouse. Thank you, Universe. I will hang on, flow with what is given and trust.