Rabbit. Rabbit.
In college I went out with a girl who, on the first of each month, slid out of bed, stood straight up, said “Rabbit. Rabbit.” out loud and then flopped back on the bed with her arms outstretched. She believed if ‘rabbit rabbit’ was the first thing said in the month, you received good luck for the whole month.
In the years since, some months I manage and some months not.
Today, I rose and started toward the kitchen to make coffee. Remembering it was the first, I stopped, walked back to the bed, said “Rabbit. Rabbit”, and flopped back on the bed and wondering if this would be a month of good luck. In an elemental fashion, rabbit rabbit connects with luck and future good will with the same validity as a horoscope or a card reading.
I read a couple horoscopes every month. One detailed. One pretty fluffy.
I think of Laurie often. As we age, we wonder about the paths we take. Twenty years after graduating college, while helping my mother cook dinner, she looked at me and said, “I always wished you’d married Laurie.”
I laughed, and without thinking replied, “Me too.”
So March 2009 is a rabbit rabbit month
Our snow drought broke a few days ago. More is forecast. A pdf of the first pages of the book showed up in my email Friday. Registration for the Conference starts this week. All the stars seem aligned.
Rabbit. Rabbit.
I wonder how it will do?