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A Mouse in a Kerchief

I’ll admit it. I love Disney movies. I’ve loved them since I was a little girl. And yes, I loved all the “princess” movies—Cinderella, Snow White, Sleeping Beauty—I loved them all.  But here’s the thing, I couldn’t have cared less about the prince in each movie.  Take Cinderella…Sure I was happy Cinderella escaped the toxic and dysfunctional regime of her wicked stepmother and stepsisters.  But I never saw Prince Charming as some great prize.  He couldn’t catch up with a girl running away wearing only one glass, high-heeled shoe?  It smacks of laziness if you ask me.

I’ll tell you who wasn’t lazy though—all the little animals who lived with Cinderella.  This brings me to what REALLY drew me to the movie: talking animals. Show me a mouse in a kerchief and I’ll show you a happy Carol. Those birds and mice were the real heroes.  Of course, I was also obsessed with Lady and the Tramp, Robin Hood, Bambi, and The Aristocats.  One of the first albums I ever received was the soundtrack to The Aristocats. I can still picture the bright yellow album cover. When you opened it, there was a storybook to flip through as the record played.  Even at seven years old I could appreciate the brilliant casting of Eva Gabor as “Duchess.” I must have played that album on my little record player a thousand times.

As a little girl, I talked to the trees and animals all the time so, when I’d watch these Disney movies, there was something very natural, but also exciting about watching them converse with one another, taking on human qualities.

I even felt a twinge of jealousy towards the princesses because their animal friends REALLY communicated with them. They didn’t have to pretend.  The animals helped them to clean without even being asked.  That could have come in handy—especially on a Saturday morning when I was dying to go outside and play.

As an adult, I’ve had many animal encounters on my walks.  Each time it feels that a message is being delivered.  True, it’s not expressed in a catchy song, but there is some kind of communication happening. It feels like a connection has been made.   A fawn darts out of the woods and follows me from a distance.  A Great Blue Heron lands only yards away from where I’m sitting, staring at me as he flaps his gigantic wings. A chipmunk eats seeds from my hand. Each encounter feels special, even magical.

I wonder if these meetings hold as much meaning for them as they do for me. Do they go home and discuss them with family? I can’t be sure.  But I like to imagine that somewhere there’s a little mouse donning her kerchief and telling her children about the woman she found in the forest.  Their little black eyes grow wide as she spins the tale, exaggerating the story just slightly for dramatic effect.  When she finishes, they all cry out in unison “tell it again, mama! Tell it again!”


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Carol Campos
Carol Camposhttps://carolelizabethco.com/
Like many, I struggled for years wondering what I was supposed to be doing with my life. I had been working in the corporate world for over 20 years, most recently in a leadership role with a Fortune 5 company. Although I was consistently recognized and promoted throughout my career, I somehow knew that I was meant to do something different. I felt stuck in a life that didn’t fit, yet I had created it. What was my purpose? I had no idea. Finally, I left my corporate job and made the leap into the unknown. After doing months of self-discovery work (actually, play!), reconnecting to my higher wisdom, and re-remembering who I was at my core, I realized I didn’t have to fix myself. I also realized that I didn’t have to worry about “finding my purpose.” What I found was that I’m multi-passionate and didn’t want to be boxed into one thing. I didn’t HAVE to be boxed into one thing. I started a podcast and a blog where I explored the human experience—including my own beautiful, messy, but perfect road. This blog later became my column on BizCatalyst 360°. I became a mentor and a wayshower for others. I became a consultant to help improve company culture and improve client relationships. These are things I couldn’t have imagined a few years ago. But as often is the case, the Universe had an even bigger plan for me than I had for myself. My Soul knew what I would be doing long before I did, and I’m grateful that I followed the Divine map that was laid out before me! I love traveling, exploring new cultures, being in nature, and helping people on their own paths. I hold a B.A. in Communications from Hofstra University. I live in Massachusetts with my rambunctious and hilarious cats, Petey, and Emmett.

2 COMMENTS

  1. This is absolutely lovely, Carol, my little girl is jumping for joy inside.
    When I grew up, we had very little TV for children. But December 26th was the magical time where they would play Disney. It was usually the same small movies every year – Donald and his train and the chipmunks that lived in his Christmas tree – and then a big cut from the movie of the year enticing all of us to go to the theater to watch the whole thing.
    So every year we saw the mice and birds making Cinderella’s ball own – I bet I could even sing the tune still. That is what real friends do, right? And having such lovely little friends was much more relevant than a remote and a bit slow prince.

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