
Lots of cycles in the Wild, and this seems as good a day as any to salute the Then, the Now, and the To Be.
Your Inner Rhino wishes you our Very Best, today, and on all other days. Happy New Year.
Rhinos don’t allow other critters (or relatives) to determine the pulse and direction of our daily dance steps or state of mind. We each do our Rhino thing. With gusto. What sensible Rhino would let somebody else control the Happiness Button? Really.
Feeling Good is a Rhino responsibility, each of Us for each of Us every day.
Cha cha cha.
Now seems to have various meanings, like today, or recently, or this generation, etc. The Now We Rhinos are pondering today is the instantaneous Now usually brought about by pain or surprise. The kind that makes your eyes bug out. The kind of Now you register when a crocodile bites your foot or you bash your head into a rock in an unforeseen way.
Those are times when Now really calls attention to itself. In the N-OW sort of way.
Perhaps tardy, but still well-meaning, which must count for something. This sort of mix-up is not uncommon, which is why Rhinos tend to put the matter to rest, often before two turtle doves are ever mentioned. The collateral damage involved in a full shipment is too awful to compute.
We think of ourselves as Thoughtful. Win/Win.
When a much-anticipated holiday like Christmas comes along, Rhinos sometimes imagine that a phase of Life is officially over. We can fall apart. Even though We know that isn’t the case, We secretly hold onto the concept, the Done Deal.
However, next day We get going to the next item on the agenda.
Hopefully with a high heart.
Today is the Winter Solstice, which means more to the Reader than it does to Us Rhinos. That is because of your faith that the world is round. We have heard all about it, but remain unconvinced. (see 1-26-15)
Still, in the spirit of critter commonality, We salute your Demarcation. If you live someplace A, it’s the shortest, Someplace B, the longest day, or night. Whatever you believe on a daily basis, Solstices have charm as an idea, and Rhinos are suckers for charm, no doubt about it.
As you can well imagine.
Weather comes in many flavors, Fog being one of the most exotic. Where Rhinos live, it only comes in certain seasons; it’s unpredictable. We look forward to it in a spine-tingly way. It’s fun to be able to see next to nothing, and inch along, judging each step and humming upbeat tunes to bolster our spirits.
The tomfoolery is qualified by the need to stay sensible. We don’t want to get damaged, no sir, no sir. But We have the Rhino Universal Secret Weapon: our Noses! What We cannot see, We can still smell. Ha Haaaaaaaaaa!
Our lives are brimming with hilarity!
Gift horses have a checkered reputation for delivering unwelcome surprises. This phenomenon dovetails well with the natural Rhino inclination to ponder things that appear too good to be true. We have seldom regretted serious evaluation prior to involvement.
The loss of the opportunity is not the issue, so much as the repercussions of the move in haste.
If We be stodgy, so be it.