A Rhino’s days (and nights) are busy, taking care of various duties and making sure to eat and drink enough to maintain ourselves. These tasks are related to our location, what Nature provides.
Still, our Imaginations are always in gear, enhancing our minds and adding spice to the ordered nature of our hours.
Rhinos can enjoy our companions, whether anyone else sees them or not. Right?
Most Cultures have special Sayings which mean a lot, if you are a member of that species. If not, the subtlety of the communication is often impenetrable. What resonates with a Codfish may not stimulate the rest of Us, though it makes other Codfishes frantic with merriment.
Rhinos are neither better nor worse along these lines. Many Rhino ‘home truths’ leave Wildebeests tepid, at best.
We Rhinos often think of the Tower of Babel in this regard. So much possibility of Cultural Sharing, so much lost in Linguistics.
In the spirit of the season, ‘Your Inner Rhino’ salutes the unpredictable March Weather We Rhinos often encounter, this time of year.
Please do not be alarmed, as this image is not a Lion, but one of Us imitating a Lion.
“Grrrrrrr”, is our line (or lion, heh, heh.)
This is Sadie Hawkins Day, so, Ladies, do your Thing.
What happens on Sadie Hawkins Day, stays with Sadie Hawkins Day.
(Try not to leave any marks.)
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.
Sometimes all is not well. Period.
Often the problem is not so much the situation, as the Imagination We employ to embellish it.
Imagination is delightful much of the time, but it can turn nasty. Truly.
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.
Days come in many flavors, at least Rhino days do. Mostly We are ready to wrastle the situation into submission, but there are times where We need to wrastle ourselves into submission. To get an Attitude Adjustment.
One way to achieve this transformation is through interesting Image Tinkering. For Us, this is relatively easy, since none of our outfits are real; they are achievements of Imagination.
We spend a moment or two on the project, then strut forth to greet the day, whatever its merits.
Rhinos are fond of a little something Sweet, and often. No shame there. Just innocent wickedness.
Also, our aim is pretty good once We get inspired.
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