I was on my back porch doing yoga when I first heard the scritchity-scratch sound. I was all Zen in the early morning twilight, up until that point. Then I started looking around me to see where it was coming from and what sort of creature I might be facing. Just in front of my mat was the sawed-off bottom of a green soda bottle, one I had used to sprout seeds in. It was empty save for a a hard-shelled brown bug, the kind I call June Bugs. He was attempting to scale the plastic walls, but to no avail.
I paused in my yoga and reached to upend the green prison, freeing the captive. He landed on his back at first and I used a nearby stick to help him get upright. I returned to my yoga and forgot about him.
A few days later I was in a similar situation - on my yoga mat on the back porch - only this time, the June Bug kept wanting to perfect his own downward facing dog. He wouldn't stay off my mat! Two or three times, I used a stick and scooted him off, only to see him return. Eventually I got him on the stick and laid him and the stick on a small pink patio table, thinking if he was up high it might delay his return to my mat. While it is true, I didn't see him again during my practice that day, I will say that when I was rolling up my yoga mat I glanced over at the table and the stick was still there, but he was nowhere to be seen.
The next day I was running on the road in my neighborhood. I heard a car approaching from behind and so I got up on the sidewalk. Wouldn't you know it, there walking down the middle of the sidewalk was a June Bug. I began to think of these June Bug sightings as one and the same bug, even though it was far more likely that they were all different. I began to muse that the bug was trying to get me an important message and the third time was the charm. Now, what was he trying to tell me?
June bug, hmmmmm, I thought. June! It's nearly June. "June is going to be huge," the bug on the sidewalk said, and being the wildly imaginative and optimistic soul that I am, I'm inclined to believe him.
I went home from my run that day and drew my June Bug. You see he was mine now. I am the one that created the story around him, gave him a platform, beckoned him to speak. I am the one that noticed the way our paths kept crossing and decided it couldn't be all for not. I am the one that felt the stickiness of his legs as he clung to the stick and the yoga mat. I am the lucky one who has bugs that talk to her, bugs that whisper grand things. Bugs that want the best for me.
Your life is giving you materials. You get to decide what to do with them.
No kidding my 7-year-old just came into my room with a diagram he had drawn, explaining to me how tomorrow night is a celebratory family movie night. He had all the details laid out. After he explained it I asked, "Who decided this?"
"I did," he said.
My friends, my dear Artist Friends? What more can I say. You get to decide. You get to call your life like you see it. Get it all down in your zine so you can see what you're working with and play and play and play and work it and work it and work it. It's all up to you, and that's a good thing because damn, you're amazing.
Oh yeah, and in case you forgot, let me remind you - GET EXCITED because June is going to be huge. It all starts today.