The Little Lizard - a Gecko Tale

Earlier in the week, we had all been baptized together, us humans, and I pondered over the existence of God, over all sorts of spiritual things, while walking home from work. The Arizona heat was soothing after dark, my back felt good, therefore, I felt good being in my body. Work had been tiring, and I had somehow repaired some machines, a good deed that nobody in the town wanted anyone to knock me down for having done. Work would run out when the weather cooled a bit more, as the people I was staying with had found themselves overloaded with unexpected paying renters from my entourage.

Seeing my sister, Tatiana, at work, was both a wonder and a disappointment. I could not speak her language in a social way, and we were both not supervisors. Not wanting to accidentally detour her career, I chose to be quiet about everything, as I wanted her to become a manager someday. She had heard tapes of me talking to the hissing machines in a cryptic Russian, and knew that I had said some very technologically deranged things, things that were not of this level. At times, I was glad that my only companions on the walk home were a few lizards, who skittered back and forth shyly during my slow walk back to my lodging.

I plopped down myself into a chair by the backyard swimming pool, and looked up at the stars, then, looked quickly down into the swimming pool. There he was, a tiny little baby lizard of some species unknown to myself, barely conscious, placidly floating in the swimming pool. Rescuing this little baby took no time at all, just a quick scoop out of the swimming pool.

I allowed the little gecko, probably, to awaken slowly on my outstretched hand, then to crawl up my arm slowly, while pondering many things about life, silently. This, a most odd sort of a baptism for the little guy, done by some unknown force or entity, that I had merely stopped, to share some starlight and a glimpse of the beauty of the gibbous moon with.

We gazed outwards at the beauty and the simplicity of life out there, and I dozed out of my mindset a little bit, just to make certain that the little creature would receive the appropriate health care and blessings. Then, I allowed the little tot to leap off my arm, and go back to the simple life, close to the foundation of the building, the Christian life, that he had always wanted to lead.

However, life is not that simple, now is it? This is just the start of the saga of the little lizard who could, of species unknown, who transcended the species, who became part of the cosmos, who survived the baptism of fire, earth, water, then came into true light, love, and happiness.

Subsequent to this, my life began to change. I began to spend more and more time outdoors, and my hobby of planting seeds became a full-time passion. I had this odd feeling that I was not alone, and this was a comforting thought. We planted miles and miles of candelaria plants, and I fed what quickly became a small Cub Scout pack of geckos with food obtained from charity. I could not afford to feed all those extra mouths, however, all the geckos needed to hang together for survival. Besides, this was not merely a handout, we were participating in beautifying the state of New Mexico.

I could hear the murmurings in the brush of something, the tiny syncopation of little feet, and the happy chirpings when food bits were gently tossed into the brush. I would also replace non-biodegradable garbage with the bits of food, and whatever native plants we could find. Some of this little guy's new buddies seemed to know the names of the plants that we were planting that I did not, and still could not tell you. However, they were seeds that my eidetic memory remembered, and the names of which I could look up in a little picture book I had brought with me about flowers and plants. This was a joyous time for my new ward, as well as a peaceful time for myself, those few weeks were some of the most relaxing and quiet days that anyone could ever hope for.