Have you ever hugged a porcupine? Yeah me neither.
Although lately I could swear that I walk away from some hugs covered in quills.
I’ve developed the good sense to steer clear of the obvious porcupine people—the toxic, difficult, hard to love ones.
I don’t even own the suit of armor it took to get close to them anymore.
I think I sold it years ago at a garage sale.
Anyhow, lately I’ve suffered some pretty prickly encounters with previously un-prickly people.
Which surprised me. Then it didn’t. Because I had an Ah-ha.
Let’s hear it for those Ah-ha moments!
The other day while I was pulling embedded quills from my forcepts (ouch) I had time to think, and it occurred to me that certain people (The obvious porcupine people) wear their quills facing out, mostly as a defense, and after a while—people tend to leave them alone.
While others wear their quills on the inside—hurting only themselves in the process.
I saw a video recently of a snake that swallowed a porcupine whole. It was gross but kinda cool. Anyway, the poor mis-guided snake who never received the DO NOT EAT PORCUPINE memo died soon afterwards, the quills rupturing all of it’s internal organs.
Eventually, I suppose we all figure this out—because the pain gets too great …and we’re smarter than a snake.
We take our quills and turn them inside-out just before we discard them for good—as an act of self-loving transformation—in order to save our own lives. It leaves us raw and vulnerable, and some innocent (or not so innocent) people may be stuck by our pointedness in the process.
Note to self: Hug at your own risk. Oh, and use oven mitts.
I know for me, during times of intense introspection and change, as my quills work their way from the inside-out, I get pretty prickly, and if I’ve left a quill or five in your arms during a hug—I’m sorry (Raphael).
It’s all about empathy and compassion you guys. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ve gotta go watch a video of a porcupine eating a pumpkin.
Carry on,
xox
