Every now and again a plant will go into hyper-drive, broadcasting scent. For creatures as attuned to olfactory stimulation as We Rhinos, proximity can be Overwhelming.
Bees may be stimulated, but Rhinos are driven to the brink of Apoplexy. We engage, We vibrate, We swoon.
Sometimes Rhinos fear that We are tooo Sensitive. Ah well, perhaps it is so.
Rhinos generally appear even-tempered, as Readers must realize. Nature has a system to guarantee an upbeat demeanor. It is called Aromatherapeutics.
Whichever way We turn, Rhinos (even disgruntled Rhinos) are greeted by stimuli and energies, bouquets of scent delivered by the breeze. How could We stay ornery when there are riches galore, tickling our fancies and priming our pumps?
Being grumpy is not a viable Rhinoption.
We call this blog Your Inner Rhino, but it should be understood that inside each Rhino, there are multiple interior worlds, each with its own slant and goals and style and rhythm.
A Happy Realization, and a good thing to recall when We get disgruntled.
Rhinos are fine. That is how Nature made Us.
We Rhinos space out our Slumberations through the day, particularly when it gets hot. But what Your Inner Rhino wanted to point out, is that We live in two different worlds every day. When it’s bedtime, We check out of the regular day, and check into Dreamland. In the former, We feel We are in control. In the latter, We witness ourselves on a different level where We occur.
And then it’s time to Wake Up, and pick up where We left off.
Reality is peculiar in its unique character, determined for each of Us by Us. Only Nature gets a hand in shaping the cocoon in which each of Us bumbles along. No sharing, not even for twins.
We are not disconnected, We share many things with other critters, Rhino and non-Rhino, but the primary filter We use is special to Us alone.
On another topic: this is National Potato Chip Day.
From a Rhino POV, We can only be truly known from the symphony of scents, the condensation of qualities, the cataract of nose-seducers We exude. The dimensions of the Experience are incalculable.
Nature has been extremely generous with Rhinos.
This Natural Scentential may make Us a wee bit smug, but can you wonder?
Today John Chapman was born in 1774. He planted lots of cider apples, thus the name Johnny Appleseed, right?
Rhinos distribute a lot of seeds themselves, just in their daily rounds. The seeds go in one end and out the other, dispersing them wherever they land.
Yet another fine Natural System. We’re happy to help out.
Stories are fascinating. Not all Rhinos like the same tales, but each and every Rhino has a set of myths that help to define that individual. Those stories become part of that Rhino’s fabric, much the same way as Memories, themselves stories We hold dear. They are touchstones of our perception.
Stories invite an investment of selfhood that opens up a World for each Rhino. The Rhino may be one character, or all the characters. Nothing in the story has to stay constant, but at its core, that story resonates with that Rhino.
Like it or not, We are all composed of these interpretive ingredients.
So, here We are in a field of grass, a salad bar extraordinaire.
Each plant species has unique qualities, and like Rhinos, each has a story. How old is it, what’s the day like, where is it in its life cycle, etc?
The ‘B’ in question is doing well, needs a little water, and is passing from its tangy side to its peppery phase. Our Rhino is assessing what order to consume the choices ranged all about. Rhino menus are orchestrated, not tossed together. Except when there is a shortage of fodder.
Some of the plants are NotRhino, meaning, other critters will be by soon to eat those, so We leave them be. In the Wild We try to play fair.
We Rhinos like to think of ourselves as logical and self-possessed, but our Inner Rhinos are seldom fooled. Emotion is the dictating force within Us; it’s what makes Us Rhinos.
We often live in a realm somewhere between Exciting and Perplexing. Off-kilter, slippery when wet, buckle up.
Let’s call it a State of Artisticality.
Your Inner Rhino 