To dunk, or not to dunk…

4-3 drenched
Not all Rhinos are swimmers, probably because those of Us that live in Africa don’t get much pool time. In Africa there are both hippos and crocodiles slinking around; neither gang is good at sharing. What they are good at is biting.

In Asia, there is a lot more uncontested water to soak in. And We do, almost every day, soak that is. A few happy hours swanning around and nibbling whatever is growing on the bank. A little gossip with neighboring Rhinos. Delightful.

As you can imagine, the relief from the tropical heat is welcome. Our Big skins need Big attention, and the water is soothing. Also, ticks do not like water. Bye bye, you little stinkers.

Each branch of our family has particularities, adaptations to where We live and what We’re up to. The core is pure Rhino, but the details vary. We are all the same, and each unique. Weird.

We don’t know how Nature keeps track of it all.

First Impressions

Teasing the elbow

We hear that making a good first impression is a Good Thing. That said, there are lots of reasons one may not be in peak form when encountering strangers. It can be as simple as a bad hair day, over which this Sumatran has obviously triumphed. Or as complex as indigestion or misplaced mojo.

Whatever, one does not need to look great; it is an unrealistic assignment for anybody. Who is to be pleased? Why concern yourself with the judgments of these random critters? Who is being fooled? We find that when the adolescent need to please goes off the tracks, We fool only ourselves. The opinion that counts is our own of Us. Each of Us. Of each of Us.

And it is unlikely, unless one is hopeless, that the issues of selfhood will center on split ends.

Hitting the Road

Thence & Thither

Timing a Quest is easy: We’re getting biggish, and Mom is helping Us pack.

Quests are so entirely individual that there’s no point in trying to describe one. Specifics do not count. What matters is the journey itself, embracing experience as We go. We feel the urge, and We’re off.

Each of Us is companioned by Guides, and sometimes We will start out with some pals. But shortly, each of Us has a particular path, and heads off to investigate. We are not loners; We are visionaries.

The illustrated maze here can get you from Rhino to Radish, but the Radish is only a symbol. Where We are headed is to fully discovering our Inner Rhinos. Yes, even We Rhinos can polish up our acts. (Humility in action.)

If We go one way, that’s brilliant. If We go another, that’s brilliant too. It’s pretty much brilliant wherever We go. The whole business of a Quest is Brilliance!!

(The Path to Individuality: See 11/22/14)     P141

Semper Radish

3-18 Radish

We have always kept our eyes peeled for a symbol of what is Excellent, a symbol that would serve all Rhinodom. Root vegetables have always been appealing; part is in the earth, and part is on top, like Us. Rooted but gregarious.

And then, only a few Many Years Ago, there was the Radish! What a satisfying shape, what a welcoming color, a snappy flavor, a touching humility among the plant world! In no aspect is it wanting, at least any aspect We value.

The Radish is symbolic of all that is Outstanding; We aspire to its wealth of scintillating facetnous and tonalities.

We are grateful for its example.

Pizza Mind

pieces of mind

When you visit Your Inner Rhino, you ponder bits of information from Us, pieces of Rhino Mind. So, you are using your Minds to access ours. Lots of Pieces of Mind- revelations, comparisons, associations, confusions, insights, all Pieces of Mind, both ours and your own, in a convoluted tango.

Without your applied communication skills and imagination, the Rhino point of view would be meaningless. So perhaps what We are getting at is that intelligence and fellow-feeling are greater capacities than either you or We should take credit for. We do not invent our own potential, none of Us.

And from that idea may come some Peace of Mind.

Twinkle Toes

Cinderella+

Rhinos don’t wear shoes. Even in a fantasy situation, it just isn’t a Rhino thing to do. When We lose contact with the earth, We just get Way Squirrely. So no shoes, except for special pretend, and making a point.

What brought Cinderella to mind was the “Aha!” of finding that the shoe was the Perfect Fit. This is how We each feel when that peak adolescent moment grabs Us, when We discover that perfect thing for Us to do with ourselves- our own Quest. Nobody else could wear that shoe, nobody else can undertake our Big Mission or make that unique contribution to Rhinodom. That Quest is our own particular version of Adulthood.

“Ahas” don’t get much bigger than that.

Weather or not…

Rainaplenty

With water or without is the way We do weather, given where We live. Asia serves up plenty of water in Monsoon, and Africa occasionally has rains, but they are much more modest. Either way, We know when it is raining. We notice. Depending on where one lives, different courses of action recommend themselves, because one thing water likes to do is congregate. Sometimes it makes streams, but other times it makes torrents. Can get messy for those not as Quick as We are.

Plants react well to rain. They grow. We have seen this happen. Most of Us still opine that rain is responsible for our own growth. We are big, so it stands to reason that rain is the key ingredient. We have been exposed to other theories, but they are not as engaging as our version, so We stick with that one.

Science has its adherents, but We are in no hurry, thank you.

Zeroing in

ChannelChangr

We do wish We had tighter control over the mental systems that determine our focus. Given how much We need to consider, moment by moment as well as on a Grander Scale, our wiring is challenged, yes it is. We think of this, then that, then this again (from a new angle) or possibly thing #3, or #76 (numbers!?!).

Somewhere inside Us, Somebody has a thumb on the channel changer, and does not seem to have much patience between flipping stations. If We were clear on Who is in there clicking away, We would address that Whoever and say, “Get a grip!”.

Ah, but would Who listen?

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