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My urban rooster

May 22, 2009 by heidi 9 Comments

Sneaky synchronicity has reared its fateful head again!

And in addition to this, I’m pleased to report that I have a new animal spirit guide.
Behold: my rooster.

I’ve written about meaningful coincidences and animal totems before.
The last time I wrote about synchronicity I was on vacation in the Florida Panhandle trying to figure out the significance of seeing butterfly nets. And the last time I wrote about animal spirit guides, in particular my frog spirit guide, I got a tongue lashing from Natasha up in Alberta, Canada.
This time it’s cocks.
Someone in the neighborhood has a rooster. How else can I explain the barnyard opera I’m hearing in the morning when I walk the pug?
The first time I heard it, I froze in my tracks. 

Could it be? I asked myself. A rooster crowing in the City of St. Pete? I wrote it off as a Basset Hound and continued walking the obstinate pug.
Again it crowed.
I looked down at my pug to see if maybe he had heard it too, but he was uncharacteristically uncurious and continued about his sniffing, pissing and grunting. So I let it go – until Thursday morning, when I heard it again.
Well, I’ll be damned, I said. A goddamn rooster living in the city!
When I returned to the house with this knowledge, I had to tell Joe.
“Must be someone knows you’ve got problems getting out of bed in the morning.”
He grunted. Rolled over on his side.
“A rooster in our neighborhood! How exciting! First tomatoes, now this. Man, it’s like I’m back home again.”
To further illustrate my point, I started mimicking the cock.
“If it’s not a rooster it sure sounds like one,” I said as I shuffled to the kitchen to make Joe’s usual turkey sammie.
Five minutes later, I went digging for a little card to stick in his Tupperware container. I’m lame and sappy and sometimes put notes in my fiancé’s lunch. I’ve got this box of random note cards with one note card for every day of the year. They’re tiny – the size of a matchbook – and therefore function perfectly as embarrassing lunch love notes.
So I reached into my box of 365 note cards (at this point there are about 300 left) and I pulled one at random. Now remember: no two cards in this collection are alike, making what happened next quite impressive.
On the front of the card was of course, a devilish rooster. But I reckon you already knew that.
So now it seems a rooster is my shepherd, signaling the end of the tree frog’s reign.
As for what exactly the rooster means, I found this:

Rooster (aka Cock): Rooster is a symbol of resurrection and sexuality as he heralds in the dawn of a new day. Often, good news is at hand when Rooster appears in Dreamtime. However, watchfulness is key as the dreamer must be ever aware of being overly arrogant or cocky. Rooster reminds us to avoid fighting at all costs. The lesson is to respect others while honoring ourselves, or we just might find ourselves ensnared in a ruse of our own making.

Or this:

The Rooster is a solar symbol and represents sexuality. Those with a Rooster as a Totem may have had past lives as early Christians or ancient Greeks. A Rooster totem brings enthusiasm and humor and a sense of optimism. The Rooster is a totem of great power and mystery with ties to the ancient past and clues to your own hidden powers. It is the enemy of evil spirits and can bound them with the light of day.

Cockadoodledoo! I already love this totem way better than the tree frog.
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PS. The misguided rooster above was photographed by McBeth. For more evocative storytelling pictures like this, visit McBeth’s Flickr photostream. She photographs vexing toothbrush packages, puzzling road signs, tea bags and much, much more!

Filed Under: animal spirit guides, Canada, existentialism, Natasha, note taking, pugs, roosters, St. George Island, St. Petersburg, synchronicity, toothbrush, tree frogs, urban treasures

Comments

  1. RO says

    May 22, 2009 at 11:51 pm

    Heidi! When I go to the Chinese Buffet and read the menu…my Chinese animal is a COCK! I giggle every time I say it!

    I am guiding your way 🙂

  2. Sara says

    May 23, 2009 at 8:07 am

    I LOVE when coincidences happen like this.

    It gives me that funny little shiver inside.

  3. ModernMommy says

    May 25, 2009 at 11:14 pm

    hmmmm how interesting. So which is it? Are you feeling sexy or arrogant?

  4. Mr. Mescalito says

    May 26, 2009 at 8:02 am

    And you know what else? I forgot about this handsome piece of interweb you had carved out for yourself. This morning, I randomly came upon it (don’t be dirty) in my bookmarks, and I clicked it. Apparently when I bookmarked it, it was when you were in the panhandle, so that is the page it opened to, panhandle and synchronicity. Then, I click on the banner image in order to get the newest story, and it’s about synchronicity. How serendipitous.

    ps – I let a cockroach go last night, just to see how it felt. Not good, not good.

  5. C.Flower says

    May 26, 2009 at 10:16 am

    Modern Mommy! What if I said I’m feeling both? Actually today I just feel … drained.

    And Mr. Mescalito! Thank you for the compliment. Cockroaches are also spirit guides. I’ll email you the meaning. Interpret as you wish.

  6. Sarah @ BecomingSarah.com says

    May 28, 2009 at 9:06 am

    Roosters, OH MY GOODNESS. Our neighbor owns a bunch of chickens and ducks. We call him DUCK MAN, something we always say to the Bat Man music. Neener neener neener neener DUCK MAN!

    Anyway, that’s beside the point. More to the point, he has a ton of freaking roosters.

    They never remind me not to fight. I think they mixed up that line of the totem, because those little buggers really come at you with a fury. They make you WANT to fight, because if you don’t then your eyeballs will be pecked out.

  7. Alex says

    May 31, 2009 at 1:16 pm

    That is crazy! I’ve seen roosters in Ybor, West Tampa and the Keys, but never ever in St. Pete. Hmmm.. maybe you have someone practicing santeria in that cute neighborhood of yours.

    P.S. very nice what you do for Joe’s lunches. BTW, has anyone at work razzed him about it? Anthony once found a note in my lunch, ate my sandwhich and proceeded to read the note to the entire office. good times.

  8. C.Flower says

    May 31, 2009 at 7:39 pm

    Ro: Cock is one of those words that actually sounds like what it is. Kind of like barf.

    Sarah: I hear ya. Roosters are lunatics. When I was a kid I used to help my mom take care of her friend’s chickens and there was always this one pricky rooster that would storm our legs like a crazed samurai every time we stepped in the barn. One time the bastard escaped and my mom and I ran around the woods trying to capture the stealth sonofabitch under a bucket.

    Alex: What is Anthony, Nelson from the Simpsons?! Joe says he keeps his lunch notes discreet. I think I need to start writing them on poster board.

  9. Tabitha (From Single to Married) says

    June 2, 2009 at 12:57 pm

    That made me laugh! It also made me think of the episode of SATC where Carrie hears roosters on the roof next door. They’re all cute for a while and she feels sorry for them living in a cage until they start keeping her up all night. 🙂

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