Treasure waits patiently at the base of the tree for the seven-year old to discover
cracked open, stained. all hardened amber
spoils long gone, lunch, for a peckish gecko
or maybe it’s instead a gecko’s egg
It has Elephant wondering
what kind of mammals are birds?
We’re quick to respond
birds aren’t mammals, mammals don’t lay eggs
we pause for a second
The platypus lays eggs. It’s the only mammal that lays eggs.
Elephant seems satisfied. But Rhino is not.
We look in his direction.
Remember the echidna.
And I’m struck, by the wisdom, here, in this innocent reply.
These unprecedented, tumultuous times, news comes with a daily smack, all anxiousness and collective angst. Too many unknowns. All bets off.
But the echidna is unfazed.
Don’t mind me
Just hanging out, foraging over here, feeding my young without nipples, enjoying my unusually large brain, extraordinary privates (look it up), living slow…taking my time, in a largely solitary existence.
I was social distancing before it was cool
We pause to appreciate patient treasures.
The gift of space, to be with only ourselves, to remember who we are. The extra moments captured, held close, by those who love us, and those we love.
There are hopes.
Above all, for health.
But also, gratitude, and grace, for family, community, friends, near and far,
Those who love us.
And those we love.
That this, like all things, is impermanent – and a gentle reminder to always, but especially now
remember the echidna