September 19, 2012
A black squirrel just yelled at me for 3 straight minutes while hanging upside-down on the trunk of a downtown spruce tree.
Was that because I was reading a book about Jungian psychology while sitting in a red car and wearing a red sweater? It can’t have been for no reason whatsoever, so it must have been the book and the car and the sweater – unless…
Perhaps the squirrel was responding to the residual weird and murky energy roiling around the event that had occurred just before – while reading in my red car and my red sweater I was parked temporarily halfway on the curb, with my hazard lights flashing. A young mom and dad passed by pushing a stroller, and he said, forcefully, “GOOD BOOK?” then repeated the same thing over his left shoulder as they walked on (he was striding deliberately – his back decidedly ‘Up’). I nodded, slightly bewildered, then realized he actually meant what he said next, “why don’t you leave some room for people like us to walk on the sidewalk next time?” – this accompanied by a look intending to wound and intimidate. Mom of kid smiled nervously at him, as if to witness his strength in the face of such a red, immovable object as I. I believe I could hear her thinking, though I could be wrong – “I should like him for this?”.
I responded to his request by moving my car into a driveway, wonderingly. Then the squirrel started in….
So in retrospect, I don’t think it was the Jungian Psychology book, although the dad did call attention to ‘book’. Maybe the squirrel objected to Jung – alas, I fear I will never know.
I think it was the colour red. And the fact that the person I was providing a ride for was 13 minutes late, which I was aware of, even though said person had requested the ride with some urgency.
So perhaps the red was actually glowing warm in the sky above the car [though I don’t think I was that frustrated], and the dad’s Red saw and recognized my Red, so we engaged in a Red conversation?
Red calls to Red? Is this the way wars and feuds are seeded – so innocently – a warm spot that accidentally ignites some hot repressed rage that needed only the smallest thing to ignite?
hmmm. I am so NOT interested in fighting anyone. Especially squirrels.
So, all ended well. Angry dad’s ire was diffused (though I think he’d rather have fought me) when I parked my car, and the squirrel stopped yelling and ran up his tree when my passenger arrived and got in.
I drove said ride-ee to destination, and then came back to my studio, wonderingly.
hmmm.
Moral, so far: Be careful with Red. No pointing.
Happy Wednesday all. I recommend Blue.