This is my new friend. Her name is Luscious Liminal Lavender. Lulu for short.
With utmost care, and the softest voice-thoughts I could muster, I extended a hello with eye-blinks, and offered her a welcoming carrot to my tiny garden. With a few quick thumps, and an ear twitch, she acknowledged my hospitality and explained her presence.
Lulu spoke fluent human with a bunny accent and was quite pleased that I had the heart to spend a little time with her. In that initial greeting of respect, she felt safe and began to share, however timidly, her harmonious beliefs.
“Many assume who and what I am just by my looks.”
“Oh, look there’s the Easter bunny!”
I hear it all the time.
“I can’t help that my noses twitches and I have a fluffy button tail. I hop.”
Lulu sat on her back paws and declared, actually, it is downright stereotypical when everyone assumes who and what I am just by my looks.
Some bunnies even believe ALL bunnies are the same. I say, how insensitive!
I have Buddhist bunny friends and over past that small hill, (she pointed with the tip of her right brown ear) there’s an entire community of Jewish bunny friends. The list goes and on. There’s Muslim, Hindu, Pagan, Baha’i, Sikhism…Why does it rarely occur to some bunnies, that other bunnies celebrate the earth, and the seasons differently? Or how prayer can be tucked in a burrow, a sunrise, a temple or a synagogue, a log, or a small orchard that gifts apples from trees! That is manna for sure.
Those who assume we are ALL Easter bunnies need to stop assuming, because it would be much kinder to accept that diversity is as splendiferous as drinking morning dew from a leaf.
With a slight a pause because the carrot was incredibly juicy, and nibbling was needed, I waited for her to continue. The time went by extra crunchy and it lent me the opportunity enjoy the scenery. I could tell Lulu had more to share by the wrinkled brow and that upward stare as if this moment was needed.
It was eight nibbles past 6am when Lulu continued.
“Although when I get annoyed, some say I’m rude, loud and too grumpy. Or they feel sorry for me or perplexed or try to save me from my hooligan beliefs or ask questions like, ‘what do you do on Easter if you don’t believe in the Easter bunny?’
Seriously, I almost laugh but of course I can’t because that goes down the path of Peter Cotton Tail and some moral lesson on why I should and shouldn’t do this or that. I feel absolutely awful.
I respect Easter. I only wish others would not assume that everyone celebrates it.
Lulu came four hops closer. As it was, I was barely breathing so I could hear every word.
“Times are difficult enough. We could learn a lot more from each other if we accepted there are as many beliefs as there are flowers.”
Here Lulu held up her perfectly pink paw bean and listed a few, Rabia Awal, Passover, Holi…. I believe, with all my soul there’s room for everyone’s heart.
With that she looked at the ground, then the sky, glanced straight at me with the gentlest eyes. And I believe I saw my first bunny tear or maybe it was mine.