Driving down the road to Mass at 5:30 this morning, I was thinking about how the road is a different place in the light than it is in the dark. In the daytime, a good part of the road runs through fields and it feels wide and open; in the early morning darkness, it's an intimate little circle of light in the middle of a mystery. As I was engaged in all these lofty thoughts, there began to seep into my awareness the lovely, ineffable fragrance of a dead skunk. Actually, it might have still been alive. It was too dark to see if there was a corpse. There's nothing like that funky, musty signature perfume to bring you down to earth.
A bit later I was thinking about how this odiferous experience reminds me of what you might call the adolescence of my spiritual journey. I was about 30, I think, and I was wonderful. I was so holy. I was holier than you, I'm sure. And after I had been roaming around the earth seeking to do what damage I might, one day I noticed a kind of funny smell. I would have liked to have ignored it, but, you know, that skunky aroma tends to stick around for a while.
After that, I spent some years in what I think of as my Robbie Burns period, you know, O wad some Pow'r the giftie gie us to see ourselves as others see us. I actually prayed that one time. It was an answered prayer and it was truly dreadful, but salutory. It would probably make a good examination of conscience now and then.
Over the years, I thought that as I grew older the skunkish visitations would grow fewer and further apart. Well, that was a sad misconception. It seems that they have multiplied exponentially, but I think I might just have a more finely-tuned skunk sensitivity. More than likely, this is good. Sometimes I actually am able to avoid them. I hear something scraping, scrabbling, and scrooging around the metaphysical corners of my mind and I back quietly away before the worst happens.
AMDG
very funny to have God talking to you through dead skunks
ReplyDeleteI don't suppose he lets anything go to waste.
ReplyDeleteI've really been wanting to write something funny, but nothing would show up.
AMDG
well, I thought it was very funny Grumpy
ReplyDeleteThanks.
ReplyDeleteSo did I.
ReplyDeleteAs it happens I smelled a skunk a few nights ago while driving. "funky, musty"--yes--it's really a hard smell to describe. I always think at first that it's not really so very bad, but then I try to imagine it much stronger, and not being able to get away from it.
I just hope I never get it on my person. The guy that used to own my house said that one spring he was walking toward the chicken house and a mother skunk and three babies strolled out of the building, turned around all together and sprayed him.
ReplyDeleteAMDG
The family that sprays together....
ReplyDeleteBad image.
ReplyDeleteBoy, I passed a fresh one on the way to work today. I was afraid I'd smell that way all day.
AMDG