To Love a Cockroach
OK, this is rather weird, even for me.
I was up late the other night, working on my art journal, when I was startled by a quick movement on the floor of my dining room--a cockroach, a big one, scuttling across the floor! UGH! I jumped up from my chair and ran to get a plastic container, then spent the next few minutes chasing it around the room and finally was able to slam down the plastic container over the top of it and catch it. I don't like to squish roaches; if I can, I catch them and put them outside. This was about 1.5 inches long, a soil roach. I had the sliding glass door open and I think it got in via the small gap between the slider's metal bottom rail and the screen door. Usually these large roaches live in the soil outside, and gather water underneath the potted plants in my back yard. I often get these large roaches in the house in summer time; they come in looking for water as it's always parched here in Southern California. Well, I was working on my art and didn't feel like dealing with the roach, so I left in under the plastic container and forgot about it.
The next morning, I remembered the roach; yep, it was still alive...and not only that, she had laid an egg sac! Roaches have very interesting egg sacs; they are shaped like an oblong vitamin pill, dark brown in color, and are perfectly geometrically symmetrical on all sides. I saw one open once, and dozens of itty bitty tiny roaches came crawling out! So, this roach was to be a momma. I slid a piece of cardboard underneath the plastic container, picked up the container and flipped it over. Momma roach started running around in circles inside the container, terrified.
Then, I ab-soul-utely don't know what happened to me, but I started talking to the roach through the plastic, praising her for her wonderful egg sac, and telling her what a good momma she was; she stopped circling the inside of the plastic container and stood still. I looked at her, really looked at her, and for the first time ever, thought how beautiful a large cockroach's dark shiny body is. I told her that, and I thanked Gaia for having created her, and thanked the roach for the good job she was doing breaking down detritus to make the soil fertile in my yard. I felt this overwhelming emotion welling up in my chest; I got all teary-eyed and I told the roach I loved her. Then I took her outside in the back yard and released her and her egg sac onto the earth.
After my encounter with momma roach, I remembered, years ago, listening to a webinar by Wayne Dyer. He said something to the effect that God is in everything, even cockroaches. He asked the question, "Can you see the beauty in a cockroach?" If you can, then at that very moment, you know and love God.
Why we need cockroaches: https://www.livescience.com/33995-cockroaches.html
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