Wondering what the Brown Mouse is?
That is like wondering why the sky is blue or the grass green. Who am I to make such a claim. Brown Mouse on the track of a subway trying not to get squished.
Living a moment with apprehension and illusion. Each one bigger than the next. Why do you lose your footing just before you fall. Living in a vaccum of noiseless, sightless bliss, Brown Mouse doesn't have that, just trying not to get squished.
Chicamija friend and Chicamija foe, she is the Goddess of the Brown Mouse. The small one's great divine. Living in the big place with music and art. Loving in the good place with body and heart.
Reaching out to get to know her might be a triffle hard. Because trying to touch the Goddess is more difficult than touching God.
Wondering what the Brown Mouse is?