This morning, to my surprise, a giant mustard colored lubber grasshopper was laid out on the backdoor stoop. His 3-inch torso and coloration made him hard to miss. Flat his back, legs slowly kicking air, I looked down at his plight with mixed emotions. Nature seemed to be taking its course as he appeared to be on his way out. His jeweled archaic looking family has been taking BIG bites out of my bromeliads.
The spring emergence of nymphs has been whittled down to an occasional sighting here and there. But even one of these large colorful flightless grasshoppers in the garden is conspicuous. I'm thankful nature is holding everything in balance.
With compassion, and also feeling somewhat like a hypocrite, I passed by with a bowl of cat chow to feed Gus, our friendly stray.
Grasshopper synchronicity has been at play. At sunset last evening, I spied an adult lubber in the living room "Butterfly" window. This seems to be a favorite spot for nature messengers lately. A tree frog, a green anole, and now a Florida lubber.
What was his message?
I watched his long legs slowly crawl around the outside window pane as if he were looking for a way in.
I took a picture with my phone, but it didn't turn out so great.
After our meditation this morning, I told Elliot about the struggling lubber on the back-step. We went to take a look, wondering if he were still alive.
He was. Long spindly arms and legs were kicking slowly in the air, but he was going nowhere, flat his back. Compassion kicked in. An angel thought came to me. Why not gently flip him right side up? Like a helpless turtle, perhaps the lone lubber just needed help getting back on his own feet.
I reached for the closest thing in the utility room. An empty seed packet of Forget Me Nots. Elliot spoke kind words about what he planned to do, and then turned the helpless fellow over.
To our surprise, it was that simple.
Once upright, he immediately became mobile. We watched him lumber across the concrete slab, clumsily maneuver his way down the step, and disappear in nature.
I was thankful for the lesson. There can be no real momentum unless our thinking is right side up. We may go through the motions, but they are meaningless.
I felt lighter, as I recalled, Teach only love for that is what you are. (A Course in Miracles)
Love and joyful blessings,