By: EarlB, 3:12 AM GMT on February 16, 2010
I'm a story teller, and some friends say I'm an out-and-out liar!
Here is the story of the "Rabbit in the Moon" (I know, I know,
the face on the moon is a "man", but with the overwhelming feminine
association with the moon, why should the face we see be a man? Why
not a "woman in the moon", or, why not a rabbit?). Let me recount the
legend of the rabbit, Usagi, and how it came to have the honor of
having it's image on the moon:
Rabbit, Fox and Monkey, seeking eventual salvation, were
traveling together on a holy day when they came upon a
poor beggar along the side of the road. They wished to show
compassion to the old man by offering him food. Monkey collected
fruit from a nearby tree, but the fruit was both small and bitter.
The man could not eat it. Fox searched for food, but could only
find a small mouse that was already half eaten. Rabbit, was
perplexed, how was he, who ate grass, to feed a man in desperate need?
While Fox and Monkey sat helplessly by, Rabbit told the man to build
a fire, while he went about gathering his gift.
Rabbit returned, saw the fire burning brightly, ran up to the man, turned,
and then jumped into the fire, a great personal sacrifice so
that the man would live.
The old man was actually Sakra, king of the gods, who was touched by
Rabbit's sacrifice. He saved Rabbit from harm, and built Rabbit a
palace on the moon, where, to this day, rabbit can be seen, serving
the gods, providing food for them: a miller of grain.
So now, at the beginning of the Asian New Year and all year long, when
you admire the moon, think not of "the man", remember the gift of Rabbit
as you stand under the spell of Rabbit's love.
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By: EarlB, 12:52 PM GMT on February 02, 2010
7:04 EGT (Eastern Groundhog Time) February 2, 2010
On this fine February morning it is my pleasure to proclaim
to the world that His Subterranean Exaltedness, Metompkin Max, of
suburban Metompkin, Va., witness to the turning of the earth through
Space and Time, SAW his shadow and thus proclaimed
" Six more weeks of Winter". It was nip and tuck this year, fog in the
area, clouds moving in, it was a difficult call!
Max, nephew to the grand master of all prognosticators, Octoraro
Orphie of Lancaster County, Pa. makes his prediction yearly,
rain or shine, sun or sleet, snow or... no, wait, that's the postman!
Well, Max has been pretty punctual too, bringing the Eastern Shore
of Virginia it's Candlemas forecast for nearly 32 groundhog years.
On a sad note to all of us here at Slumbering Groundhog Lodge #46,
Max has announced his retirement this year. "The pressure has been
getting to me, just look at my coat, I don't remember this gray hair!"
We wish that we could say that we are comfortable in knowing that with
Max's son, Max Jr. (Chuck to his pals), we were in good paws, but Chuck
is in Fort Lauderdale looking for "answers". We'd settle for a forecast!
Well, Happy Candlemas Day, y'all!
Updated: 12:55 PM GMT on February 02, 2010