Art and the philosophy of life

Posts tagged ‘Bunny’

May love for all living beings spread over the earth…it begins with kindness.

Free Cute Girl Holding a Rabbit While Sitting on a Sofa Stock Photo

Photo:  Mikhail Nilov

A time for rabbits…

Free Portrait of Pet Rabbit Stock Photo

Photo:  Anna Shvets

It’s that time of year…when we celebrate bunnies…

Free White Rabbit on Yellow Surface Stock Photo

Photo:  Anna Shvets

Some bunnies are very cool…

Free White Rabbit Wearing Yellow Eyeglasses Stock Photo

Photo:  Anna Shvets

Bunny, a young chicklet is on stage. She is going to tell the audience the story of life in an egg.

“Hello. My name is Bunny and I am a chicklet.  I live at The Coop with all the other chicklets, birds, reptiles, and animals.   But an egg, like the one you see before you, was my very first home.  I know that to be true for all chicklets.  We all lived in eggs before we turned into what we are today.  At first our egg home are big enough to hold us, but after awhile, they become tighter. A lot tighter.  Too tight for us to stay inside them.

In the beginning, when my own egg first appeared, my mother would sit on me, to keep me dry, warm and safe.  When she had to work in the hospital, she’s a doctor, you know, the Warming Bunnies would take over and huddle around me, to make sure I was okay.  I probably heard them, or felt them, but I don’t really remember.  I guess I was asleep most of the time.

Anyway, I owe a lot to the Bunnies.  My mom said that all of us do.  So thank you Warming Bunnies for taking good care of all of us.

(a loud roar of appreciation)

Chicklets don’t have teeth.  We don’t need them.  But before we come out of our egg homes, we have an egg tooth, which helps us peck our way out of our shells.  The tooth falls off, within hours and our beaks are then perfect, like the rest of us.

Chicklets are weak in their first moments, but we quickly grow stronger.  The point is, the egg is a perfect delivery system.  I learned that in physics class.  The egg is a world unto itself.  Other beings are born in eggs as well, but they will have to tell their own story.

Oh, one more thing.  My real name is Raven. I call myself Bunny in honor of the Warming Bunnies who don’t get enough credit for all they do for us.  The Warming Bunnies don’t just take care of chicklets.  They take care of everyone…those who are hurt, or sick, or those who are afraid.  The Bunnies make our lives better, every single day.  I LOVE YOU BUNNIES!





The beauty and innocence of nature…

Photo:  Lance Reis

The Bunny Party is only weeks away…I hope you’re all as excited as I am.

brown rabbit

Photo:  Melanie Kreutz

My daughter has a family of bunnies living in her yard. They are safe and she mows around the clover patches, since the bunnies love clover.


Photo: Deborah

Happy Bunny Day…

Hare, Field, Animal, Wild Animal, Mammal

I am a living bunny.  I am not made for coats or the inside of gloves.  I am not food.  I am a living being with a heart and mind.  I do not belong to you.  I am sweet and kind.  I do not harm anyone.



Today is Bunny day…hop and have fun.


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