One day a young Purfersnapper walked jolly along the beaten path before him. He snapped his head back and forth, jazzing to the smooth technical rhythms of a song no one had ever heard before. It was music to his ears as he smiled, leaned forward and back to catch his breath. His stride was even, smooth, but steady. He felt like he was one with nature and he did not want to give way to anything from this moment, but then—suddenly! Out of the corner of his eye—he caught it! A young doe standing there alone in the field beside him. “Distraction” a voice reminded him, and so he continued walking. The tune carrying on from his mind had slowed down a beat or two, but it was enough to keep him joyful and fearless. The dusk had begin to set in the reminder that he should be home soon, and that every moment was good enough for him to sing out loud in. BAM! The crash of something large beneath the underbrush. Pinning his courtyard interpretations he stood steadfast and refused the splash of fiasco to interrupt his being. Again! Out of the brush came the same doe he had witnessed earlier. “Was it the same deer?” He wondered. “Distraction!” The voice within penetrated his entirety and he began moving toward his destination. He wondered what it would be like to finally be home beneath the covers of his bed; having eaten a large meal prepared by his lovely partner. There was no denying it—his partner was uniquely uplifting. Their quality of taste and efficiency in being together was quite like anything else he had ever uncovered in another Purfersnapper. Good for him! He was in the right place—at the right time—had all the right mind to give all of himself at his very best the moment he walked through the doorway of his little hut. But then? AGAIN! There it was! The deer had intruded the pathway yet again! What could it be that is creating such a fraught display of eagerness? Why had the distraction come at such an inopportune moment? He was almost home, but now this!? This was too much! To agonize over another’s misfortune? This was devastating in fact, but there seemed little he could do about it. “DISTRACTION!” The unidentified voice needed to be heard above all else. “From what?! From WHAT!?” He cried out. What was he being “distracted” from, he wondered. Surely there was something he could do for the doe. But then he realized something—Purfersnappers don’t speak “deer language.” They are unable to communicate with one another. Clearly? The doe trusted him in revealing her immediacy of threat, but whatever it was that she needed could not be identified. There was no way of finding common ground other than that which they both rested their feet upon. “This could go on forever,” thought, “indefinitely.” “I must get home quickly! I must come home to be of service to my partner!” The young Purfersnapper began picking up his pace and as the night became undone, he no longer experienced the doe’s calling-cry out for help. The doe was gone. No more “distractions.” And so his pace in getting home again softened and relaxed. He realized everything would be alright. And then? THWAP!-a giant wolf slapped the young Purfersnapper against the head and knocked him out for consumption. The doe had been trying to warn him the entire time. Neither animal could understand one another, but the cry of, “Distraction!” Within the Purfersnapper’s mind was certainly less important than the final destination.
A few things? Remember to enjoy the ride and feel blessed along the journey, but ALSO do your best to become conscious of the repetitive signals in ample view. Repetitious and harmless incidents are to be taken most seriously. Try not to discredit them as they are likely happening for your benefit.
-Cheers