Of course, since my force field has been recently warped and damaged, it should come as no surprise that the real mouse (an actual, regular, banal, plebeian, boring mouse) has been sighted again.
Ferocious mouse attack. Massive headache. Difficult to be creative in the middle of this. Staggering out into a splendid Melbourne spring afternoon filled with birdsong that unfortunately – I cannot enjoy. Feel like I’m balancing a piano on my forehead. Out of tune.
Okay, this Mouse is Strange.
Malevolent. Classic Bipolar. Received a warning flick of the tail last night and now again, tonight. Doubt if we are in any actual danger, but it sure feels like it. Proceeding with caution.
Chef, Beloved, Angel – all three came to my door today but I had no idea – usually I can ‘sense’ people ahead of their arrival. Today nothing. Almost rear-ended a car and swiped a bicyclist. This mouse has shaken me.
Don’t want to disturb the mouse. She has been sleeping almost every day, all day, ever since she moved in.
The Psychological Mouse has returned: a sad creature has crawled into the back and locked itself in – no communication, no rent, nothing.
I sent her this last night: “Please try to find a way to communicate with us. Whatever you have to say will be less disturbing to us than not saying anything at all. Are you unwell? We might be able to help.”
Tools for the second round of mouse-proofing: masking tape to protect us, a delicate brush so as not to frighten her, water-based paint so that we are speaking the same language, and notes from my first conscious awareness of a somatic counter-transference episode with decipherable ‘meaning’ rather than just ‘feeling’. (Thanks to EarthAngel Tanyamatic for the love & light.)
Taking this one slowly, so that we get it right.