Do you know this story July?
“The cricket had sung her song
all summer long
but found her victuals too few
when the north wind blew
Nowhere could she espy
a single morsel of worm or fly.
Her neighbor, the ant, might,
she thought, help her in her plight…”
Well, you probably have no idea about the north wind. You listen to the cricket sing and enjoy it, but according to this story and its morale, singing is not “working”. How about blogging? Painting? Dancing? Should artists be in the cold during the winter time? Is there only one type of work that should be rewarded?
Anyway, I have been both during the winter time: a cricket and an ant; had both fun and also worked for different projects.
Now it feels like I need a small vacation. To sing close to the seaside, close to nature, to dance, to love and be loved. We need to let go a little bit and just enjoy the fact of being alive, sing because the weather is good (I am not talking about Paris today), or because we had something nice to eat or drink. Or because we saw a beautiful person; etc, etc, etc.
Does singing and dancing involve intimacy? Eh, maybe they serve to attract someone in the first place.
How do we transform attraction into intimacy? Where we meet in all the possible meanings of the word?
By sharing the same lifestyle and the same values? An ant that lives with an ant, a cricket with a cricket?
Or a cricket with an ant? It could be a better match in my opinion. In this way, the cricket would have food and shelter in the winter. And the ant would loosen up a bit and learn to enjoy life in the company of the cricket. And even dance.
But neither should be judgemental of the other.
I thing this could be a happy marriage.
Also when it comes to ourselves: we could let our “cricket-side” embrace our “ant-side”.
And become more complete 🙂