I was sitting in a cafe, wearing a pig hat. In front of me: the LARGEST sandwich available, and a tall glass of milk.
Not tea. Whole milk!
Because the piggy on my head told me to. But now I have to back up.
Cue subtitle card:
Last month….at the February Rally (Rally!)
Fade out.
So I was at Rally.
I was sitting in a nest of cushions, doing some negotiating — and also some coloring — with a very emphatic monster who had strong opinions about financial stuff. Specifically related to the business expansion and the new, much-bigger Playground.
This monster had a lot to say about how Wanting Too Much leads to danger and DOOM.
And the monster kept throwing in my face words that other people have said. Words that implied-hinted-indicated that these people think I want too much.
The monster reminded me: When I started this new giant expansion project, someone called me a greedy little piggy. In the middle of a meeting.
As if this was a completely normal thing to say. The guy even said it with warmth, with a twinkle in his eye.
“Well, aren’t you just a greedy little piggy!”
No one else at the meeting acted like it was a weird thing to say, so I ignored it and we continued the meeting.
But when the monster brought it up, he knew it would hurt. And it did. So I removed myself to the refueling station where I could interact with my stuff from a safe room.
Translations. Me, to myself:
Okay, sweetie. Here’s what we’re going to do. Let’s drop whatever internal rules or assumptions say that this was a mean judgment on me.
I mean, it might have been. Theoretically. It totally could be. But what if it wasn’t? Can we at least find out?
I want to be curious about all the ways that being a greedy little piggy is a neutral thing or not a negative thing, or maybe even a compliment. Even if, yes, it happens to be phrased in words that I personally don’t like.
Let’s get metaphor mouse to help with the translating.
Current personal associations or definitions that have to do with this phrase.
What do I (just me, not anyone else) think of when I think of someone who is a Greedy Little Piggy?
Wanting. Doing anything to get the thing that’s wanted. Conniving, even.
Desirous. But desirous at the expense of others.
And in this metaphor, if I’m a pig, then the person who called me pig is the farmer. Which could mean that I, as the always-hungry pig, am sapping him dry of resources, that I am an expense.
Or it could mean that I am going to be dinner, which is also not good.
But there are other negative things in there for me. Like: [+useless] [+excessive] [+lazy] [+needy] [+only caring about self].
Also something that is small and helpless — it can’t even get what it wants but is just filled with wanting.
Oh, pain! Okay, permission for the pain to exist. Releasing old pain to the elevator shaft. Elevator shaft!
Okay, and what would my ideal translation include?
Well, if Greedy Little Piggy meant the thing that I would want someone to say about me in that situation, it would be this:
“Havi is someone who knows who she is and knows what she wants.”
There would still be desire, but it would be more about the ESSENCE of desire. Desire as a quality.
It would be about joyful pleasure and wanting what you want. And following the want, to learn about it.
Also, pigs are cute! And they enjoy being fed, and this doesn’t harm anyone.
And maybe the pigs are smart for valuing food and growth.
And also is there anything cuter than a tiny little pig in its pigness? Basking in its adorable little pig suchness?
So like that.
But!
Me: But I still feel really uncomfortable!
Slightly wiser me: Honey, you’re allowed to feel uncomfortable. It makes sense that you’d feel uncomfortable.
And here’s the thing. You don’t have to self-identify as a greedy little piggy. All we’re trying to do here is to defuse this phrase, and release the pain that’s attaching to it.
Once we clear out the phrase, you still don’t have to use it.
What if we did the thing we did with the hackers and looked for the useful inside the shadow?
Alright. When is it useful to be “greedy”?
Wanting what you want.
Knowing what that is.
Certainty.
Having desires to do beautiful things in the world.
But! But! I still don’t like this. To me, GREEDY contains [+insidious] and [+wrongdoing].
I know that we’re operating under the assumption that it could turn out there’s actually nothing negative inside of the phrase/concept Greedy Little Piggy. But I just don’t see how this can work.
I mean, to me greedy means MORE THAN YOUR SHARE. That feels like an important component to the word (for me), and I’m not willing to let that go.
Slightly wiser me: No one is going to make you let that go. If it’s important, then it’s important. Let’s investigate that.
What do I know about SHARE?
Or: what are my rules about shares of things, as related to enoughness?
Ah, this rule exists in a world of zero-sum transactions. If everyone has an equal share, then someone wanting more means others get less.
But we already know (from previous internal investigations on the topic of monies and space and time and enough), that this is not true.
We know that the things we want are self-generating and do not diminish anyone else’s supply.
So if everyone has a share, what does that mean? What IS everyone’s share?
Their share is to connect to themselves. To connect to [insert word for source or universe or presence here].
To want beauty, love, appreciation, sustainability, joy, wholeness.
So if that’s true, there is no such thing as MORE than your share, because shares are endless possibility. Share = unlimited potential. Wanting more doesn’t cut into someone else’s share because your own share of access to spiritual qualities is endless. Infinite. Like in the secret cave.
Distortions, again.
Of course!
“Greedy” is a distortion. It is the not-flattering word that is often used as a misunderstanding of things like DESIRE and PLENTY and RECEPTIVITY.
Just like how “not ambitious” can sometimes be the distortion of PATIENCE, or how “picky” is a distortion of DISCERNMENT.
But really a greedy little piggy is a creature of god, living its pig-ness, fulfilling its mission.
And my mission is to expand, create, give, grow, heal and transform. To be a very specific kind of conduit. To hold culture, and to bring magical, playful, wondrous things into the world for the benefit of everyone I encounter.
So guess what? If my pig-ness helps that mission, I will accept that pig-ness. In its pure form. Pure unadulterated desire for being myself in my me-ness.
When I do that, it doesn’t matter whether or not people have good intentions behind their words. Because I’m not going into my own distortions.
What is good about pigs?
I asked the marvelous people at Rally (Rally!) to tell me good things about pigs, and here’s what they told me.
Pigs are smart! They’re smarter than dogs.
Pigs are clean.
Pigs are kind. When you are kind to them, they are kind back.
When you are a pig, you can eat anything and be happy.
Pigs root around and make amazing gardens.
Also you can save up pennies in them for a rainy day!
Drawing by Jessica.
They also reminded me of all the pigs that are already in my life.
Like Rex! Pictured here. Photo courtesy of my phone.
And Piglet.
And Freddy the Pig! And Wilbur from Charlotte’s Web, who is not a genius like Freddy but is also a sweetheart.
And Miss Piggy! Moi?!
And all the pigs at the pub.
And then one of them gave me a piggy hat and I did a piggy dance in it and wore it to teach Shiva Nata. So there.
So I’m experimenting.
Being the most adorable desirous little piggy ever.
Wanting what I want, unapologetically. And letting that be charming and inspiring instead of having to make it something else.
In the cafe I was about to order tea. But then the piggy on my head whimpered and contradicted me, in the most adorable little voice ever: “No! No tea! A tall glass of milk!”.
So I got a tall glass of milk.
And drank it. In my pig hat. And ate my lunch for breakfast. It was exactly what I wanted.
What I would love today in the commenting blanket fort.
Do you guys know nice things about pigs?
Please no bacon-references. This is NOT an eating pig. It is me, who is also a vegetarian. And this pig thing is really important to me.
What I’m really interested in is positive pig-related things. Adorable pig photos, representations, heroic pigs, admirable pigs.
That would be lovely.
And if you want to run any internal investigations or rewrite words and phrases that need to be rewritten, you’re more than welcome to play here.
We all have our stuff. We’re all working on our stuff. We make this a safe space by owning what’s ours, and making room for people to have their own experience.
Love to all the commenter mice, the Beloved Lurkers and everyone who reads.
p.s. This coming Monday is already Rally #18. I can’t wait to find out what crazy wonderful adventures are going to happen there. And maybe I will get to see you at Rally in July?
When I lived in Thailand my host sister’s nickname was Moo, which translates as ‘Pig’ (yes, I know, totally strange for a westerner, it’s even said with a rising tone, as you would when mimicing a cow noise. Anyway).
In Thailand nicknames are given within your first year of life, and essentially operate as your real name. ‘Pig’ is a very, very common nickname. The reason is that many Asian cultures consider the pig to be a clean, intelligent and very healthy animal. It’s considered a blessing to be named for this animal.
In my host sister’s case, she’d been born prematurely, and was rather sick as an infant in the 80s. She was given this nickname as a way of reminding her to become strong and healthy.
A fantastic black pig lives in a house not far from where I live. Sometimes he’s outside by the ramp to their front porch. He knows better than to hang outside during winter, but as soon as it warms up, we are always on the lookout for him. Any day is made better when you see the black pig.
In addition, “Black pig!” has become something we exclaim often. It started simply enough in the car. A conversation probably about politics or some nitpicky details that someone didn’t want to hear anymore while we were approaching the house of the black pig, so they called out, “Black pig!” to change the subject.
None of us are the most suave as deft subject changes, so “Black pig!” has become an acceptable indicator that we’ve had enough of any particular discussion. It’s not mean, more of an “I get what you’re saying, you don’t have to go on.” It’s also silly enough to get us laughing.
They came across a black pig doorstopper one day and gave it to me. It’s kind of perfect because it’s a pig sitting at the top of a ramp much like the real pig. He sits on my dining room table and is a great reminder of the spirit of the black pig.
(I’m having computer issues with video, and can’t see the previous youtube video, so this may be a repeat piggy sighting.)
There’s an adorable youtube video of a baby monkey riding on a pig. It’s from a Chinese zoo. The baby monkey will hop on the pig’s back, and the pig will take off, letting the monkey ride him at high speeds throughout the zoo. It’s worth looking up. It makes everyone smile. 🙂
Down the street from a artist/vintner couple I adore is a pig farm, and the big thing about this pig farm is that they open during the year to let people come and cuddle the piglets. The piglets are white-pink and have the BIGGEST EARS EVER OMG! *shnoosh* *shnoosh* (Those were ear-snorgling sounds for those who might be curious)
A pig quality I’ve observed but haven’t heard from anyone else is delight. I always see pigs bouncing and boogie-ing around, having a good time. It’s like they’re playing clever games.
One more adorable little pig with red boots:
http://9gag.com/gag/26502/
Pigs are used for heart research, because their hearts are apparently similar to ours.
I used to love feeding the pigs on my grandma’s farm. They didn’t bite (darn rooster) and they were less lethargic than those cows, just standing there to be milked. OK, the rabbits were cuter to me, but the pigs had substance!
I’m trying to re-think a pattern, more than a
I just did a post on Sumo Tangerines, which I had fashioned in to pigs. It wasn’t until I went to post it on Facebook that I thought of this very post. Super cute vegetarian pigs that make me smile. I hope they make you smile too Havi.
http://fruitmaven.com/2012/04/sumo-tangerine/
I kept thinking, throughout this post, about a certain set of five little piggies that each did their own thing, and how their choices didn’t interfere with the others’. You may have heard the tale…
One little piggy went to market, and one little piggy came home.
One little piggy had roast beef, and one little piggy had none (and as a vegetarian, I figure this is just the choice this pig made, and that all the other little piggies were okay with this because it didn’t interfere with anything they were doing anyways).
One little piggy cried weeeeee, weeee, weeeee! …all the way home! (This was the piggy who decided everything could be fun, and it is always worth it to be playful no matter what you’re doing, even if it’s just returning home.)
The other idea that came to mind was the phrase “happy as a pig”, which is occasionally amended with the notion of being in circumstances that may otherwise not sound pleasant to anyone who is not a pig. What might be helpful about this is that it could come from the idea that pigs tend to be pretty content wherever they are, no matter what kind of mess they’re mired in. But, since (as other people have mentioned) pigs are also smart, they’ll surely find a way to change their circumstances if they are no longer content with them.
But I do agree that it’s rather appalling that anyone would actually call someone else anything pig-like without realizing it could be interpreted as mean, even though pigs are generally quite nice creatures. Ah well. At least you found some ways to work through the thoughts, inspiring us to do the same when we receive words we don’t like. Thanks again! 🙂
My niece has a therapy pig: she is allergic to cats, and dogs, but her neurological issues make having a therapy animal A VERY GOOD IDEA. Her pig was donated by a kind farmer, and loves her with his whole heart. They sit together, and talk pig. When she is upset, he sits with her, and tells her it will all be alright.
That is what pigs remind me of now: healing, and companionship.