The Skunky Days ~Pepe Le Pew Is a Good Guy~
PePe Le Pew
A skunky day, you may ask what is a skunky day? Well, that depends on how you look at things, after all, no two skunky days are alike. Let me share my skunky tale of whoa! It all began quite randomly when I noticed that over a period of time, and on a somewhat regular basis, I was graced with the presence of a skunk. I would way to often come upon the aroma of our furry little friends. Seemingly, if you were with me or riding in my car, you were bound to come in contact with a lovely little black and white, Pepe Le Pew, with a particular talent for sharing it’s scent.
It became so regular that I started to tease my kids saying, “Hey guys, you know how in the Indian cultures they associate an animal spirit with people? For example, you are "Running Bear.” Well, I said, “I believe they would say my spirit guide is, the skunk, you will now be known as "Skunk Mama.” They laughed and this became an ongoing joke. It became so regular that one evening when the mom mobile was in transport a humorous prank was planned and carried out by a very cohesive teen ensemble.
As we drove along the hilly road engaged in generic conversation about the day's events, well, for the lack of a better word, we came upon road kill, and, of course, it was a skunk. Immediately I noticed the pungent odor, which for me was now a repeated offense happening more than normal circumstance. I began to think am I attracting these little varmints and I attempted to put some kind of meaning or theory behind the happenings.
I remember making a comment to the kids, “oh my, can you believe it? Another skunk. Whew”, I said, “See, I should be called Skunk Mama.” I then said, “Wow that is so potent my eyes are watering. How about you guys?” Well, here was where it gets interesting. They respond, individually and then together, “what skunk we don’t smell a skunk.” Now my eyes are literally tearing and I was so overcome I wanted to go through a tomato juice car wash with the doors wide open, and these kids say they don’t smell anything, I was like, “REALLY?” I have to say I was impressed because none of them even broke the tiniest smile. They were acting super serious about the lack of smell. I began to think, am I losing it? This is reaching horrible for me and they do not even notice. No worries my brain was fine, and my lovely teen mobile was playing a prank on me. It never even crossed my mind to think they were in on this together, texting one another, and they swore themselves to secrecy. Finally, after more wafting whiffs I gave up and decided to just save my energy for holding my breath so as to not take in the musky scent. A few days later, my youngest admitted they totally smelled the skunk (his sheepish grin was so cute) and he said, “it did seem like that thing was in the car, but seeing my reaction and comedy act was so worth them holding their breath and playing like it was in my head.” I love the little things that amuse my teenagers. I am so glad we parents can provide them free entertainment. My son and I laugh at their very clever," I GotchYa" moment.
So now I fast forward to one day I was out and about and on the main road, as I got closer to my destination I see not one, not two, but three, count them, three skunks on the road squished about ten feet apart. I was, for a minute, sad thinking I wonder if it is a mama or a daddy or a teenager? Then my next thought was, what is up with me and skunks? Anyway, I proceed.
On this particular morning, I was quite weary and fatigued heading to the hospital for a treatment, just the nature of the beast so to speak. This specific treatment was for a complication; most find these glitches along the road a little difficult. I am no exception, but I am quite familiar and resilient thus far. As I was being hooked up to one of the IV poles when I witnessed a younger woman than myself coming into our suite of comfortable chairs. She had the typical head covering, after all, everyone wants to wear a scarf like, turban, it's all the rage. She looked very overwhelmed and she was trying to hold it together. She sat down and immediately began to cry. Her husband was with her. I have been in her moment in the past and knew she needed to vent and release. I wanted to give them their privacy as they had just received a report they were trying to process. Now not all reports are devastating, but even the slightest change can at times feel like a Tsunami and you need a minute to brace yourself.
I placed my headset from my IPod into my ears and turned it way up. I did this because there was also an older gentleman across the room from me and his TV speakers were turned way up and his TV was over my head. I did not want to complain as the game show that was playing on, level ten, was obviously distracting and comforting him and his sweet little wife. I suppose I went into a zone for a bit as the meds slowly dripped into my arm. They were also sedating me with a little Benadryl at the same time (or la la juice as I like to call it). As I was drifting I took in the scenes of the infusion suite.
I knew in this particular suite on this particular day the people were quite ill. I noticed the conversations and anxieties the uncomfortable laughter and great desire for distractions from their realities. It is quite surreal to sit and observe the mouths in almost constant motion more from the caretakers than the patients themselves. The patients were being sedated and comforted I could not help but think can we give some to the caretakers not the bad stuff but maybe a little Benadryl. It would be nice to ease their concerns with a little nap as well. You could see beautiful compassion and gentleness in the faces of the nursing staff. The conversations among some looked to have a serious and questioning effect. All the while this was playing out before me. I could see lips moving, but heard not a word they said. I was listening to the word of God as my favorite Christian songs were lulling me into a gentle sleep.
I felt pangs for those who were new to this experience. I could feel their fear and sadness. It is not that I do not feel some of those same things it is just not my first rodeo. I also must admit in more recent months I have been blessed with a greater sense of peace a Grace given from God. I, of course, have my moments but they are shorter. I do not want to waste my joy on things out of my control. I am human and so I do release and this is a good thing, as it does not stay pent up in a ball inside causing more stress. My family has also learned to express, release, regroup and then enjoy the moments in between.
These moments in between are so very important because in reality these are all we have, any of us. Life happens and it is constant and the waves are creative, to say the least. We all experience the calm and the high seas. We all get to have moments of pure relaxation in the gentle still waters. We all also know that even a ripple can mess with our balance and the greater the wave the more we need to hold on.
When I woke from my little nap about an hour later I saw the young woman was nearing the end of her treatment. The nurse proceeded to ask her if she was okay with that exact moment. She looked at her a little confused, but then answered, “Well, yes in this exact moment I am okay.” The nurse shared with her as I have also shared in my book, all we can do is live in the moments the times in between. Trusting that our Director ~ God our Father has it all pre-orchestrated. She shared with her that she had seen many faces really tough situations. Crying is good letting it out is healthy with this awareness and safe release they can then at times laugh during some of the tough moments. She shared how facing death is tough, but so many in the room around her have been on her wave and we’re still there. The nurse smiled at me and I at her, as again this was not my first rodeo.
I believe God places people in those moments. I had someone in mine and now this young mother of two small children was having someone in hers. My children are older now in their teens, but I do remember when they were little and how much emotion went with those early days of dealing with an illness. I now see how amazing each wave that has come into the lives of myself and my family has taught us to swim together. Each really tough wave has shown us how to pull together as a raft and float together while holding on tight to normalcy. I also know that every wave makes us who we are as people and it teaches us and brings us closer to God. All of us can have this experience if we continually go to God and surrender it all to Him.
The young woman was about to leave, she was getting up and at this point, we had some brief conversation about their plans for the day and their children. They were just about to leave when she stopped in front of my chair and looked deep into my eyes. I smiled at her and said, “Take it one day at a time, sometimes one hour at a time and every once in a while one minute at a time. I also told her these Doctors are wonderful, but they don't know everything, but there's a great Physician who has much more information.” I am well known in these parts she had figured out and not always do I speak sometimes people speak for me. God has it all under control. He uses all of us ~ we need to be open to His plan. If we are having a tough day He uses those around us and we are just part of the scene.
Then it happened her SKUNKY day turned just a little into a temporarily joyful moment and she smiled. I could now see in her eyes that she was preparing for a quick little shopping trip with her husband. Her smile shared that she had the beautiful moment that awaited her when she went to pick up her girls. She was back to the time in between and there were no SKUNKS and no foul odor only HOPE just for a moment.
New International Version (NIV)
9 Let us not become weary in doing good, for at the proper time, we will reap a harvest if we do not give up.
Before The Morning ~ Josh Wison
A little bit about SKUNKS ~
The Indian Cultures share information about different animals I am attaching a few points I found on a site about skunks.
From The Manataka Indian Council By Takatoka
KOLICHIYAW: Hopi name meaning, "skunk."
skunk (skngk)Any of several small, mostly carnivorous New World mammals of the genus Mephitis and related genera, having a bushy tail and black fur with white markings and ejecting a foul-smelling oily liquid from glands near the anus when frightened or in danger. Also called polecat.
SKUNKS have always been respected and feared. When threatened, the skunk raises its bushy tail, stamps its feet, stiffens its legs and the hair on body raises up and it hisses like a cat. It these tactics does not work to frighten the invader, the skunk simply turns its rump and sprays with accuracy. This disgusting musk liquid irritates the eyes, temporarily blocks vision and stuns other senses of its victim such as smell and touch.
The SKUNK teaches us to take heed when a warning presents itself. When our instincts tell us there is danger or trouble facing us, we should not allow our brain to get in the way, but instead, follow our senses and take appropriate steps to move in another direction. If we respect the instinctual part of our being we can avoid problems before they develop.
Those with the skunk as their animal totem are naturally buoyant. They go through life with a calm assurance and exude a peaceful energy that is extremely attractive to others.
PePe Le Pew ~ gotta love em
To Conclude the Skunk Is Amazing
Well, to end this Hub I would like to honor the SKUNK. I use to think, what is the worth of a skunk? Why did God create a Skunk and why did God keep putting Skunks in my path? Now I know a skunk is one of God's most precious creatures. He is defensive of young, he is fearful of nothing as he is armed. His is, as stated above, naturally buoyant and goes through life with calm assurance. God was reminding us, WE ARE ARMED! We have the assurance of God’s promises and even skunky days can be quite beautiful. There are good and bad things in the reality of the skunky days. God uses every moment. He used the Holy Spirit to take us to a place of appreciating a skunk, now my friends that are a God Thing. Keep your eyes and ears open on the skunky days ~ He speaks the loudest ~ He really does!
I hope you do not have to many skunky days, but if you do I pray you are naturally buoyant as you feel the presence of God your Father protecting you and He is ready to spray anyone or anything that gets in His way if you just trust and have faith in Him.
© 2012 The Stages Of ME
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