Come February 3rd, according to Chinese astrology, we enter the year of the rabbit. According to belief, during rabbit years, people tend to concentrate much on family and loved ones. There is a renewed desire to slow down and enjoy the little things in life. And yes, there is often much passion and sex. Rabbit nature being as it is.
Rabbits are the 4th sign in the Chinese zodiac and are noted for being happy-go-lucky, sensual, refined, loyal, and very serene. They tend to hate discord of any kind and will go out of their way to avoid rows. It is not that they are timid, so much as they just wish to be left alone and live in harmonious environments.
On the negative side, rabbits may be moody, overly sensitive, and aloof.
To ensure good fortune during their special year, those born under the sign of Rabbit should wear red on the New Year, and avoid washing their hair. (don’t want to wash away any good luck!)
And now a poem from that Rabbit Victorian, Walt Whitman:
To A STRANGER
by: Walt Whitman (1819-1892)
- ASSING stranger! you do not know how longingly I look upon you,
- You must be he I was seeking, or she I was seeking, (it comes to me as of a dream,)
- I have somewhere surely lived a life of joy with you,
- All is recall’d as we flit by each other, fluid, affectionate, chaste, matured,
- You grew up with me, were a boy with me or a girl with me,
- I ate with you and slept with you, your body has become not yours only nor left my body mine only,
- You give me the pleasure of your eyes, face, flesh, as we pass, you take of my beard, breast, hands, in return,
- I am not to speak to you, I am to think of you when I sit alone or wake at night alone,
- I am to wait, I do not doubt I am to meet you again,
- I am to see to it that I do not lose you.