Rhinos are not known for our Capacity to recall things. Our minds are assaulted by a cavalcade of ideas and incidents, so it is all We can manage to recall our own names… if We had names.
We are obviously discussing smallish stuff, data that is best forgotten anyway. Complex analysis of Yesterday simply doesn’t pay off. When We have already forgotten half of it, what good is the rest?
Rhino Awareness is about Now. And there is almost invariably more than enough Now for Us all to confront.
Today is the first day of Spring, so We at Your Inner Rhino have been told. We have no reason to doubt it, though We couldn’t prove it.
It is a good day for practicing Skipping, unless it is raining.
Then it is a day for Mud and singing Tra La La La La!
Every now and again, a situation will make Us Rhinos feel lonely, or displaced. There is a sense of foreboding, disquiet about the future.
Rhinos do not actually play the harmonica, but there is something about the sound that Rhinos like. Good for pensive days.
Fortunately for Us, We can do a good imitation of a harmonica by gargling and keening at the same time. Or good enough for Us, at any rate.
Today is Saint Patrick’s Day. So Congratulations to the Irish, and all the almost-Irish, which covers everybody else. A happy sense of belonging is good for everyone.
Erin Go Bragh, say We Rhinos (If We ever said anything).
In the Wild, Nature provides a lot of Opportunity for the alert Rhino. (For the not-so-alert Rhino, probably not as many). Anyhow, there they are for the Rhino attuned to them.
An Invitation to the Unexpected. We just engage with the Moment, and see what happens.
And then…? Developments!
Tomorrow is Leap Year Day. Not that We Rhinos know anything much about the why or wherefore; possibly it’s like Arbor Day, but different.
It seems that the gals pursue the guys with hubba-hubba intentions. Among Us Rhinos, gals do that when We are in the mood anyway. So the novelty is murky, for Us. Also, the random calendar hook-up.
We always look forward to this holiday, as it occurs seldom, so We need to keep a close eye, so We can unravel the mysteries involved. Good luck to Us.
Rhinos sometimes debate the issue of Purpose. What’s my purpose versus your purpose? Which of Us matters more than another? Do Rhinos matter more than jellyfish or yaks or chickadees? Or more than rocks or asparagus?
The answer is obviously stupid. Every bug or raindrop is essential to the Whole. And when it comes to that scale of comprehension, We are each at Nature’s disposal.
Sometimes a Rhino goes rogue, declaring its superiority, and the Universe can just shut up and bow down. This is when We know that Nature, and all the rest of Us, can roll our eyes. The idea is gibberish.
Today is Wilhelm Grimm’s birthday, back in 1786. He and his brother Jacob published their first collection of fairy tales in 1812. These tales have been popular ever since.
‘Rumpelstiltskin’ is a peculiar story about a conniving little man who can transform straw into gold. The trick is that his name is so odd that it can never be guessed.
Rhinos are enthralled with the revelations in these stories, though We have no idea what they are about. Funny, how that works.
In 1912 Arizona became the 48th State in the Union, the last state until Hawaii and Alaska joined 47 years later. There are huge areas of desert with many impressive geologic sites.
Shown is a Native American Hopi clown, in a festival outfit. These clowns traditionally poke fun at the more conventional wisdom of their culture. In these celebrations, both the wise and the foolish have roles to play.
This is the sort of wisdom Rhinos can appreciate: respecting tradition, while recognizing the convolutions of perception.
There are situations in which the average Rhino is stumped. This is somewhat explained by inexperience, in, say, the laundry. We ourselves have nothing to wash but ourselves.
So when called in to delve into ‘the other sock’, We are unequal to the task.
Part of the problem is that Rhinos do not understand the need of socks in the first place. You can’t eat one.
Your Inner Rhino 