20/06/2022
So this weekend I learned a very harsh lesson in listening to my guidance & intuition at all times. Let me set the scene....
This tiny little field mouse kept coming into the house, and by the 4th time we rescued him from the cats, the poor little guy was exhausted and passed out completely. We decided it would be better to put him in a little box and release him in the field at the end of our street in the morning.
He slept there in that box for the longest time, but finally got up. I put some food in for him and a ramekin of water.
Now the minute I took that ramekin out the cupboard, my internal voice said "it's too big, he might drown". I quieted the voice by only putting in a little bit of water.
So in the box the ramekin of water went.
Little guy was eating and recovering. So, I get the idea to put more water into the ramekin so he doesn't struggle to reach it and accidentally fall in. So I put in a little more water.
Time to go to bed, the voice in my head goes "Take the ramekin out" I think, well no, what if he gets thirsty? What if he dehydrates? I am sure he is clever enough to just go up to the edge and not fall in and if he does, I am sure he can get out. Mouses are clever.
Go to bed, wake up the next morning and skip off to check on my little mousie friend.
To my horror. Exactly what the voice in my head warned me about happened. The little guy is in the ramekin. Dead.
It never occurred to me that he might want to clamber onto the edge to try and get out the box. He is so little that the small ramekin is like a pool for him. He probably fell in and exhausted himself trying to get out and ultimately drowned.
I felt like garbage. And I know to some of you reading this you might think, "it's just a mouse". But it is about more than that for me. And I also believe that a life is a life whether it is an ant or a human or a mouse. I failed that little guy by not listening to that voice in my head.
Earlier that evening, the voice (my intuition) told me to go fetch my daughter from work instead of letting her get an uber. That I listened to.
This for me was a huge lesson to not make the things I see and that quiet voice out as an over active imagination or intrusive thoughts. To listen at all times, not just sometimes.
Even though inadvertently, I am responsible for the little guy's untimely demise. I am grateful for the lesson. I am sorry little dude. RIP. And of course, I went to look up what message mouse brings us.
"The greatest sacrifice mouse will ever make is his life. His flesh with likely turn to fox flesh or hawk flesh or snake flesh. We must not miss that key of mouse medicine. His little, seemingly insignificant life, is important. Mouse spirit animal teaches us about the power of humility.
When looking at what does mouse mean in your life, know that the little helper is here to remind us that more often than not our wishes come true in between the lines and inside the ordinary. Answered prayers are between blades of grass and inside fine heads of seed.
The universe is conspiring to shower you with tiny, quiet miracles every single moment of your life. Mouse spirit animal knows this. This is what makes mouse a monk. If only we all could know this. Mouse in his quiet, unassuming way prompts us to remember that miracles make sense in the quiet where nothing else clouds our thoughts. Miracles make sense when living a tiny life in a tiny universe. Mouse knows this. This is what makes mouse a monk. If only we all could know this. When we stop looking far and wide and outside of ourselves for the answers and, instead, truly focus on what is right here with us, we begin to see the Divine in the details.
One last message from mouse spirit animal – remember the mystical law that “what is small is really big”."
