“Not only the thirsty seek the water, the water as well seeks the thirsty.”Rumi
The mosquito landed on my finger and for some reason I allowed him to stay. Go ahead, enjoy it. At least one of us deserves a moment of peace. I don’t know why I didn’t swat him. I usually would. I hate mosquitoes. Mostly because they seem to love me so much, which means itching, slapping, discomfort and ultimately retreat each time I try to spend a summer evening outdoors.
Many times have I thought you win again you bloodsucking heathens! then angrily marched off to seek refuge. I guess I don’t like the way I allow them to limit my freedom. I let them decide whether or not a place is comfortable for me or not. I lose my patience and peace around them. It’s funny how such a tiny creature can have such a profound effect on my attitude.
This day was different. As I watched him slurp away I couldn’t help but notice how elegant his tiny body actually was. He was like a tiny yogi, gripping my middle finger with his long black legs the way I spread my toes into the Earth during tadasana. So sturdy, so confident. He seemed so unafraid of my power to squish him in a heartbeat. He was just doing what came naturally to him, quenching his thirst to survive.
So I kept watching as his slightly translucent abdomen expanded as he gulped down my blood. I have never looked at a mosquito this closely before. I could actually see the deep red of my bodily fluids filling him up like a tiny insect blow-up doll. Before I knew it a deep sense of pride and appreciation swept over me. Yes! That’s it! You need this and I can give it to you. Take it! Drink up little friend! The wave of peace and calm that swept over me was intensely moving. I felt serene. Abundant. Nurturing. Earthy. I felt as if Pachamama was channeling all her loving energy through me.
I talked to the mosquito until he finished. I asked him as sweetly as I could to only take as much as he needed, and when he was finished to leave only a slight trace that he was ever there. I explained that it hurts me when his kind covers my body in red, itchy bumps. He just sat there listening and slurping and growing fatter by the second. Soon he was finished and lightly ascended into the air and disappeared with the breeze.
I looked at my hand carefully, resisting the urge to scratch compulsively. There was a slight itch, but eventually it faded and no itchy red bump ever popped up. I have always wondered why mosquitoes seemed to favor me in large groups of people, why they ganged up on me and followed me around. Now I am wondering if perhaps it was I who was drawn to them. The mother in me knew they needed someone gentle and patient to let them feed in peace. When I finally gave in and played that role both our needs were met and harmony prevailed.
I no longer hate mosquitoes. Gratitude and love have taken its place. I realized that sometimes I need mosquitoes as much as they need me, and I am still amazed at how such a tiny creature can have such a profound effect on my attitude.
Drink up little one
Nurse yourself on my nectar
You and I are One.
This was my first Ligo Haibun Challenge. If you enjoy writing and want to challenge yourself I encourage you to check it out!