Showing posts with label snakes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label snakes. Show all posts

Friday, October 6, 2023

Overcoming My Snake Phobia

Hi, I’m Judith Ashley, author of The Sacred Women’s Circle series, soul nourishing romantic women’s fiction with light paranormal elements. My stories show you what life could be like if you had a place like The Circle where you are unconditionally accepted, supported and loved. And where, with this support, you make choices to overcome the darkest nights of your life to choose love and light.

As you can see by now, this month’s theme/topic is Phobias: ours or our characters. My characters have their issues but not phobias. So if I’m going to stay on topic, I need to look inward.

In elementary school, a group of boys chased me with a garter snake threatening to put it down my blouse if they caught me. Now at that time I wasn’t exactly terrified of snakes but they did startle me and the idea of a snake down my neck was what was terrifying. As well as being caught and held down by the group of boys.

I ran and sought refuge in the nearest building---a crematorium. The caretaker found me on the lowest floor huddled in a corner. A kind older man, he coaxed me out of my hiding place and made sure I got safely home although I have no memory of how that happened.

I digress: In the 1950’s when boys did things like chasing you, grabbing at your breasts, flipping up your skirt (yes, we had dress codes so no pants except on special days), etc., the standard adult phrase was “Boys will be boys.” “Just ignore them.” Or the worst was “What did you do?” as if we girls wanted this harassment.

From that time on until I was in my 30’s the sight of a snake was terrifying and I’d shriek, throw the book/magazine away from me and often burst into tears. Needless to say over twenty years had not dimmed the terror.

Rather than go into more detail about major traumatic events involving snakes, I want to share with you what fixed me.

NLP and Me: Again, the details are hazy as to time and exact place, a normal aspect of traumatic events. I know I was in my 30’s, probably mid-thirties and was looking at various therapeutic models. I knew some people who were studying NLP, neuro-linguistic programming. I’d read some books and was intrigued with the concept that we are wired in certain ways and if we understand that wiring, we can understand other people (and ourselves) better.

I was invited to a demonstration of how NLP worked. After discussing the theory and showing overheads or maybe it was a video, the presenter asked for volunteers.

I raised my hand.

And, mine was the only hand raised.

I was led through a kind of remote viewing process of that fateful day in elementary school.

Since that day, although I’m not going to the reptile house at zoos, petting snakes, etc. I have a detached curiousness about them.

The Universe Has A Sense of Humor Add to that when I went through a ceremony to identify my totem animal, snake was one of them.

Although none of my characters have phobias, they all do have power animals although no one has snake or snowy owl (my second totem animal). You can learn more about power animals, totems and the earth-based spirituality in my books.

You can find my books at your favorite e-book vendor as well as through my website and Windtree Press

Print books are available at Jan’s Paperbacks in Beaverton, OR and Arte Soleil in Portland, OR. You can get the street addresses from my website

And be sure to ask your library if you’d prefer to read my books through that resource.

Learn more about Judith's The Sacred Women’s Circle series at JudithAshley.net

Check out Judith’s Windtree Press author page.

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© 2023 Judith Ashley

Tuesday, April 26, 2022

Nature is Full of Surprises by Sarah Raplee McDermed



One of the coolest things about the natural world is that it's full of surprises. 

Some are very positive.

Like when an opossum builds a nest in your bushes and you worry about your pets' safety. So you Google "opossums" and learn they eat all kinds of pests, are resistant to rabies and have a live-and-let-live agreement with cats. They are terrified of dogs and will avoid them at all costs. Who knew?

Opossum 
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Or when a chipmunk moves into an ornamental birdhouse on your deck railing and cleans up the mess under the birdfeeder for you. 

Or when you gaze out your window on a rainy day and spot a beautiful rainbow.

Some are hilarious.

Like when your family is at a county park playing Frisbee golf and a wild turkey answers with a long gobble every time your thirteen-year-old son hollers. "Dad!"

Or when you and your husband are doing yard work with the garage door open, and you go into said garage to find your old, already-grass-stained sneakers. You spot them in the shadows by the wall just inside the door and reach for them. A slight movement inside one of them makes you hesitate. You peer into the shadow and spot a small reptilian head with two beady little eyes staring at you from inside the heel of your shoe! A baby garter snake no bigger than a pencil has taken shelter there. You call our husband over to see and you both have a good laugh. Then, still smiling, you release the little black reptile with yellow stripes down its sides into the woods at the edge of your yard.

Some are so dangerous they become family lore, cautionary tales told and retold to each new generation.

Like the time you and your brother, Jack, were California preteen city slickers spending the summer on your grandparents' Pennsylvania farm. One day the two of you walked down to the lake to look for frogs. Your grandpa's beagle, Buster, followed you. 

When  you discovered there were no frogs to be found in the heat of the day, the three of you headed back up the path through the reeds. Next thing you knew your brother stopped in front of you and whispered, "Snake. Big snake."

You peered around him at the biggest snake you'd ever seen. The long black creature was crossing the path a few feet in front of you. It looked like the snake that lived in Grandma's compost pile. Harmless.

Buster snarled behind you and barrelled through the reeds toward the snake. Buster hated snakes and would kill them given half a chance. You tried to protect the poor snake by calling him off, but Buster ignored you. He grabbed the snake in the middle, gave it a hard shake and then let go, dancing back out of reach. Jack managed to grab Buster's collar and hold him back when he tried to lunge again. The unfortunate snake coiled and raised its head. You could see some of its guts hanging out of the bite wound. When it opened it's mouth, you saw it's fangs fold down and heard it hiss.

The two of you managed to drag Buster back to Grandma's house, giving the wounded snake a wide birth. You both felt sorry for the poor thing. When you got home and told Grandma about what happened, you mentioned you'd never seen a snake's fangs unfold before.

Grandma frowned. "Are you sure that's what you saw?" 

You both nodded. "It's mouth was white inside," Jack added. "Weird!"

Water Moccasin
"You were very lucky Buster was with you," Grandma said. "That wasn't a milk snake. It was a cottonmouth, a water moccasin. Very mean and very poisonous. Buster saved your lives."

Like I said, the natural world is full of surprises: amazing, beautiful, funny, scary, weird and wonderful (and always interesting.) 

What's the biggest surprise nature has sprung on you?