The Skunky Days ~ Pepe Le Pew Is a Good Guy
PePe Le Pew
A skunk story
No two skunk stories are alike, but they're amusing, having heard some interesting stories I am here to share my story.
My story begins when I notice that over time, on a regular basis. If you were with me or riding in my car, we would rendezvous with a lovely little black and white, Pepe Le Pew, eager to share its pungent perfume.
It made me think of how in the Indian cultures they associate a spirit animal with a person, for example, a name like "Running Bear," bestowed on the fast-moving boy. Therefore, I wonder, was my logical connection to skunks purposeful, was my spirit guide the skunk, was I to become the official "Skunk Mama?"
My meetings with skunks became an ongoing joke they were so regular that one evening when the mom-mobile was traveling, a funny prank would unfold with a performance by my carload of teens.
As we drove along engaging in general conversation, we came upon, road kill, and, it was a skunk. Immediately, I noticed the pungent odor, which for me was a repeated offense of normal circumstance. I thought, am I attracting these little varmints, as I attempted to put meaning or theory to the happenings.
I remember making a comment to the kids, “oh my, can you believe it, another skunk, "whew," my spirit name must be "Skunk Mama," wow that smell is so potent my eyes are watering!
Now it starts to get interesting as I overwhelm with emotion, actual pain, I want to go through a tomato juice car wash with the windows wide open. The kids are saying, "what skunk we don't smell a skunk," as I think to myself, really, they don't smell a thing?
They were acting super serious about the lack of odor, and I begin to think am I losing it, looking back this is impressive because none of them broke with the slightest hint of a smile.
The smell is reaching a point of horrible for me, and they don't notice! It never crosses my mind that they are in on this prank together, texting one another there in the back seat, and they swore themselves to secrecy.
Finally, beyond confused I take a few more whiffs, I then give up deciding to save my energy to hold my breath, thereby limiting the overpowering grotesque scent.
After a few days, my youngest comes clean admitting they smelled the skunk. My son's sheepish grin was so cute as he relayed the prank! He said, “Geez Mom that was tough, it did seem like that thing died in the car. However, he continued, seeing my reaction and comedy act was worth them holding their breath and playing like it was in my head.”
My son and I laughed as the clever, got you, moment, I love the little things that amuse my teenagers we parents provide them free entertainment.
One, two, three, four, how many more
A skunky moment can turn in a smile
I would like to fast forward to a day out on the main road, as I neared my destination I saw not one, not two, but three, count them, three skunks all squished in front of me! I became sad, thinking, I wonder is it a mama, a dad, a bunch of teens? Then my next thought was, what is up with me and the skunks?
On this particular morning, I was a bit weary heading to the hospital for a treatment. This trip has become my normal a little difficult as I am no exception to struggles, but I'm quite resilient.
After being hooked up to an IV pole I noticed a young woman coming into the infusion suite. She looked overwhelmed trying to hold it together with her husband by her side. She sat down in the chair in front of mine and immediately began to cry.
We've all experienced this type of moment and understand the real need to release the pain. I wanted to give 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 feel like a tsunami especially without a minute to brace yourself.
Watching them I felt their pain so I placed my headset on and turned it way up trying to tune out, the brokenness, the nervous energy. I suppose I went into a zone for a bit as my meds slowly dripped in.
I took in the scenes of the infusion suite, the beautiful compassion from staff, fear and confusion from caretakers, and blank stares on the faces of many.
I felt pain for those who were new to this experience. It's not that I don't feel some of those same things it's just not my first rodeo. My family and I have learned to express, release, regroup and then enjoy the moments in between.
These moments in between are important because, in reality, they're all we have, any of us. Life happens with constant waves. We all experience the calm and the high seas. We get to have moments of pure relaxation in gentle still waters, but even a ripple can mess with our balance. The greater the wave the more we need to hold on. We can still smell the roses in the skunk funk.
When the young woman woke from her little nap about an hour later the nurse proceeded to ask her if she was okay. She looked a little confused, but then answered, “Well, yes, at this exact moment I'm okay.”
I remember those early days of dealing with illness. I now see how amazing each wave has changed the lives of myself and my family teaching us to swim together, floating together and holding onto some type of normalcy.
The young woman was about to leave, she was getting up and then she stopped in front of my chair and she 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 there's a great Physician who has us covered.”
Then it happened, she smelled the roses she was back to the time in between and with her smile there were no SKUNKS, no foul odor, only hope.
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 the body raises up, and it hisses like a cat. It these tactics do not work to frighten the invader, the skunk 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 danger or trouble is 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 the peaceful energy that is extremely attractive to others.
Ahhh the skunk
To Conclude the skunk is amazing
I would like to honor God's creature, the beautiful skunk.
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, and he is fearful of nothing as he is armed. His is naturally buoyant and goes through life with calm assurance.
God reminds us, we are armed! We have the assurance of His promises, and even skunky days can be quite beautiful. Good or bad in the reality of the skunky day God uses every moment. Keep your eyes and ears open for the reminders even on the toughest day He can speak the loudest.
I hope you don't have too 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 your way if you trust and have faith in Him.
PePe Le Pew ~ gotta love em
© 2012 Kathy Henderson