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A new friend

A new friend has moved in, and quite honestly I’ve been looking for this friend since I got to Germany. I had a few close calls of seeing one, but in the end I missed the opportunity and never actually saw one. This is so special because I have never seen this friend anywhere else other than in Germany.

I remember back to my childhood as I was still living here. It was a warm summer day as I was walking home from school. I noticed something near the sidewalk and walked towards it to take a closer look. Almost completely curled up I found an injured animal. It appeared that it was hit by a car, and his nose was bloody. I wasn’t sure if he was alright, if he was in shock, or if he was dying. I had no clue how long he had been there, and it was hard to tell with the blood how extensive his injuries were. I picked him up and carried him all the way home, with my bare hands and without injury or pain. He knew I didn’t want him any harm and he relaxed. From there, mom came quickly to my aid and made a batch of chamomile tea. The chamomile tea would serve as a healing potion and a way to cleanse the bloody wound. After further inspection, we detected a gashing wound to his nose, and decided to keep him for awhile. He needed a break and someone to nurse him back to health, as he would be unable to feed himself for awhile. Daily I would feed him milk with the help of a doll baby bottle until he progressed to eat the worms mom would gather in the yard for him. This was not her favorite thing to do, and she got grossed out hacking the worms into bite size for him. It makes me smile these days to think of it. Not for the poor worms but for mom doing what was necessary for another to survive. We would keep him in the garage and each morning engaged in a game of hide and seek before school. He was hiding overnight and it was my turn to seek and find the little rascal. He used to find the most unusual of places to hide, such as grandpas shoes, and we had a couple of close calls.

If you are still wondering about what, or who I’m talking about, then please let me introduce you to my pet hedgehog which I later named Fritz. Nursed back to health, Fritz one day came to school with me for a presentation of show and tell. He got to sit on the Pult (the teachers desk) while I read my essay about hedgehogs. One by one, each kid came up to the desk to take a closer look, to touch Fritz and explain how cool he was. I was truly the hero for the day with my unusual pet friend Fritz.

Fast forward to my current time her in Germany, the backyard at mom’s house was like a jungle. It had always great meaning to her, but the signs of years passed, unable to tend to it were very obvious. The middle walkway was completely covered and it looked like tall savannah grass along with other various weeds. It was funny to watch Bember came through the grass, like a lioness through the savannah, all you could see was the grass moving until she finally emerged at some point. A wild tree (Mom doesn’t remember ever planting one) was going haywire and needed trimming badly. All weeds and branches were collected in a pile to the garden entrance to be hauled away at a later time. Until it happened and the noise of breaking twigs and rustling leaves came from the pile. Snorting sounds and further excavating noises followed. I knew what it was, and my wish finally came true, the waiting of a new friend moving in was finally over. I placed a bowl of cat food and cut up apples near the pile entrance and I have yet to get a good look and a picture for you. What I did get is special hedgehog food made out of meat, insects and eggs. Yummy.

Looks like Bember has a new friend and I hope her and Betsy will get along. 🦔 Yes, I already named her.

Author:

Who am I, and why I write. I’m a dreamer, but I’m not the only one. I am the one, holding on to the silver lining when the skies are gray. I’m a believer that nothing is coincidence, but that everything has purpose. I’ve made my mistakes, don’t we all, but I see them as growing pains and they are a part of who I am today. I have lost myself in order to find myself, and I still do from time to time, but in a good way. I’m a big child who laughs until my belly hurts when life wants to be serious. Career wise: I’ve been there, done that, and I took “The jump” off the hamster wheel in an effort to change my future. I didn’t land all that soft, but I can say that I’m still proud to have found the courage to do it. Coming full circle, I had it all, and yet I was lonely and had nothing. Today I choose to be a collector of moments and I chase memories, instead of the material stuff. Less is more, and the motto is quality over quantity. You’d be amazed at how freeing it can be. I see myself as a free spirit that believes in an unconventional lifestyle. Somehow I go against the grain most of the times, not to rebel, but because it feels right to stay true to my unique and authentic self. It takes courage, and you often stand alone, but if you dare, you soon realize that it is the only way if you don’t want to lose who you are. Just like most, my past wasn’t easy and I come from a life that didn’t always give me the opportunity to be heard. Few related and even fewer cared to take the time. But that’s the past and it’s history, the future hasn’t happened and the “NOW” is truly all we ever have. In the end we all have a story to tell, and we all seek to be understood. We all yearn to be heard and accepted and still life is hard and our path is full of stumbling blocks. If we can see the lessons in adversity we may realize that the toughest moments are often our greatest teachers. There is a reason for the saying that the stars can’t shine without darkness, and it might be darkness that will show you the light.
It took a series of (un)fortunate events, to learn to glow through the pain, to learn how to dance in the rain. I believe in Magic and wonder, and the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. As an empath this old soul often feels a little too much, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Today, I am here to tell my story because I believe that it can help others. It is my hope to bring inspiration and strengths to you, while showing you that it can be done. I know you are out there, and I know you are suffering in silence. I am here to tell you that you are not alone, and your voice is being heard loud and clear. Hang on and be strong, transformation is yours. 
In light and love....Rhapsody Bohème 💙🦋

32 thoughts on “A new friend

  1. I love hedgehogs. And that is such a touching story from your childhood. I think its great that you have found one again in your Mom’s garden. I hope it stays around…

    The message that came up on Spirit-Animal.Com …
    Time to stop pussyfooting around. Make a decision and commit to it!i
    -Hedgehog

    Not sure if you have a decision to make that is at the forefront of the many you are facing, but I think you will know dear sister. Wishing you strength, harmony and decisiveness to achieve the best. 😊💖💖💖

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    1. Hello my dear sister. I love hedgehogs too, but haven’t seen Betsy around since that night. I have a huge pile of branches and stuff to clean up and Bember has made herself at home eating the expensive hedgehog food. Once cleaned up, I hope it will return and I did some other work in the yard. She’d be silly not wanting to move in.
      I saw that message about the spiritual meaning as well, it I also saw a second. “Sometimes you just have to let go and trust the universe. Forcing an outcome right now is no benefit to you.” Maybe this one rings a bit more true to my current situation, but I will definitely consider both. Light and love dear one. Xo

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  2. Wonderful story about Fritz, loved reading it! Reminded me of the time when a child we reared a baby magpie. My brother used to collect worms and then mum would put them in the liquidiser!!! Poor worms, at least it was quick. Maggie quickly moved on to cat food, luckily. I helped our magpie learn to fly by putting her on my shoulder whilst I raced up and down the garden on my bike and she flapped her wings, eventually taking to the air properly. By the end of the Summer, one day, she didn’t come back. However, a year later, two magpies landed on our fence whilst the family was all sitting in the garden. One of them then flew onto my mum’s shoulder and we knew it was our magpie, bringing her new partner to visit the parents! How wonderful it was.
    Most important with hedgehogs, cannot stress this enough, put out and keep providing fresh water, they get dehydrated and need to travel a long way to find water. In the UK, numbers are down because of dehydration killing them as they cannot get from garden to garden very easily. We haven’t seen any in our garden this year for the first time in seven years and our garden is set up as a hedgehog-friendly haven. Love to Betsy! xxx

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    1. Ah so special, thank you for sharing this story with me. I didn’t know about the water and already placed a dish in the yard. Thank you. Betsy had been missing and Bember has ate her food, but I hope she will return soon and I have a couple things up my sleeve. I know she isn’t far and honestly I think that she lives under the Elder tree. I found a spot for my outdoor shrine and where I will place my sacrifice and gift for the journey as well as where I will find my entry point to greater wisdom. Xoxoxo ❤️

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      1. Ooh, exciting news about your outdoor shrine, your entry point and your gratitude offering for journey. I do hope you and Betsy find each other again, wonderful one. x

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    2. Hedgehogs like to roam a bit. They can have a territory through gardens for quite a distance. They also prefer piles of leaves and twigs as places to snuffle for worms. Be careful you don’t clean up too much. 😄

      These two websites might help. While it addresses Hedgehogs in Britain, it should be much the same advice for German Hedgehogs.

      https://www.britishhedgehogs.org.uk/the-basic-facts-2/

      https://animalcorner.co.uk/animals/hedgehog/

      I hope your new little friend comes back. He seems to give you much joy dear sister!💖💖💖😊

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      1. I heard they can travel around a mile in a night, on average? There must have been a few around our garden because we used to hear and see them most nights. Once, there were two of them having a face off making the weirdest noises at each other.

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      2. Yes, they can also run as fast as six miles an hour when required (badgers hunt them).
        They love lush gardens with overgrown weeds and lots of leaves. It makes for happy hunting grounds for food.
        I used to see so many as a child, but Hedgehog numbers have fallen sharply as their habitat disappears.
        For anyone wanting to see one, try a twilight visit to an overgrown graveyard with deciduous trees. That is where I usually see them these days.
        Be careful not to disturb piles of leaves though. At this time of year, it could be a nest with youngsters. 😊

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      3. No wonder they like our garden, its lush, overgrown, full of weeds and leaves and not only next to a woodland, it has its own mature trees. And a compost heap that hasn’t been touched since 2010! I hope we see or hear signs this year.

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      4. PS…please don’t feed milk to a hedgehog. It poisons their system. Put down a water source for them (as Amanda has already suggested). It is especially crucial during hot, dry summers as many will dehydrate and die if they cannot find water.
        Even if you have never seen a hedgehog, it is worth doing this to attract wildlife (butterflies, and birds especially and even dragonflies and bees). You don’t need to put down food. Water alone is a huge attraction for wildlife. 😊💖

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      5. Thank you so much Colette, I will be careful with cleanup and preserving a habitat. You are right and I could watch all animals forever. I’m easily amused and it’s often the smallest of things with the biggest impact. Light and love to you my beautiful lightworker. ❤️

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  3. I would LOVE to see a hedgehog in the wild. A family friend had a pet hedgehog named Prune when I was a child. How exciting that one appeared in your mother’s garden. I also LOVE that there is commercial hedgehog food that one can buy! Wow. I am happy to learn new things every day… such as the fact that hedgehogs need lots of access to water. Thank you for sharing this hedgehog news (and personal history).

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    1. Isn’t it cool? Although Bember the cat is taking a liking to the hedgehog food. I hope to snap some pictures and at least be able to show you on here. Keeping my fingers crossed you see one in the wild. They are so unique and cute.

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  4. Such a sweet post. I love hedgehogs! Funny that you mention Betsy as I am working on a project involving an hedgehog as well. You’ll hear about it on the blog. And by the way, Betsy is the name of my sewing manequin. She looks like an hedgehog when I prick needles on her. 😊

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    1. Haha, how cool is that and I love the things in common. Thank you for sharing this with me. Btw, I finally got to comment twice on your blog but it still didn’t let me on your fashion collaboration. Just know that you a re fabulous and I loved your style and sense of creativity. Way to go….xo

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    1. It truly was. One that made me giggle with delight and was a great start to my day. I’m grateful that throughout the years I never lost that sense of wonder and that it is often the smallest of things that bring the greatest joy.
      Thank you for stopping by.

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