Kay's Musings are always a treat, but her post today gave me a topic just when I needed one. It was about mosquitoes or other little flying biters as yet unidentified.
I remembered a bit of doggerel floating in my brain for somewhere:
Wouldn't Noah have been wise
if he had swatted those two flies?
Can anyone really say they wouldn't wish the same for mosquitoes?
The mosquitoes in Vermont can be quite large and there are areas where are clouds of swarming, biting dive bombers that are nothing short of torture. I recall wet summers when they were a plague, making camping a total nightmare.
My most recent encounter with one of those swarms happened about three or four years ago.
When in Vermont, I attend meditation practice led my residents of a monastic academy They travel to Burlington on Sunday evenings and give dharma talks, guided meditations, and chanting at the Friends' Meeting House.
This is a beautiful spot atop the hill overlooking Lake Champlain, an historic home of Mary Martha Fletcher with lovely grounds. The links are for history buffs, nothing to do with this particular post.
So, back to Sunday night meditation a few years ago. It was a warm summer evening. Half way through the practice there is a walking meditation when people often go outside and silently walk through the garden. On this evening dusk hit about five minutes before the bell would ring to gather everyone back for sitting.
Apparently mosquitoes have their own bell. A cloud rose up like a marauding army in full attack mode.
The pace of meditative walking sped up considerably.
There was no way for people to get back inside without opening the screen doors. Mosquitoes followed their blood feast right in.
There we were -- back to still sitting. Back to the expectation that we should be respecting all life. At the same time, painfully aware of mosquitoes landing on faces and bare arms.
The monk continued with his guided meditation, but there was the ever so quiet slapping of hands agains skin from every corner of the room.
Namaste, little suckers!
Obviously a known problem:
Or it could be a practice in itself: