Post SUNday sunday

Post SUNday Sunday. 

It was a weird weekend.  Something in the air.  Summertime, I guess.

I gave a little bear to a nice couple from Murrells Inlet-- a couple doing shots of Rumplemintz at 3 in the afternoon.  I think I gave them a bear.  A bush bear, maybe.  Or a raccoon?

Bears can mean so many things-- but sending it out on the day after the summer solstice is a reminder that it's time to stop hibernating.  Solitude and rest are important, but they're not everything.  Stop thinking, start doing.  Come on out of the caves, bear people!

I think my father was probably part bear.  I've always had love for bears.  And I love the spring-- but I have to be honest, I'm glad it's over.  It's just so MUCH.  All that light all of a sudden: I think it tends to wash out some important details, illuminate things which maybe would be better off staying in the darkness.  It's hard to remember the lessons when you're hit with all that good light.

We've been bumbling around in the sunshine, half blind, going on smell and instinct-- but now our eyes are adjusting: I for one am seeing it.  Patterns, cycles, pitfalls.  Time to realign. 

It's a new world, bears.  And thank the Universe, it's finally summer!

Get your Goat

Met a friend for a quick get-away-from-the-husbands-and -kids-drink.  I love a good (or bad) open mic night.  And one guy sounded just like Joe Cocker.  Always interesting. And really, this was a perfect place for a goat.  Firstly, people with goat totems are bar types: heathens.  My favorites.  But they're also connected to the astrological Capricorn-- which is driven, goal oriented.  A great combination-- good folks to get into trouble with.  Goat people know how to prepare for the big climb-- and if playing an open mic night at a local dive bar isn't preparing for a big climb, heck, I don't know what is.

Plus, you know, the name of the bar has the word Goat in it. 

Be safe, dark goat.  Climb your mountain.    

Full Moon Friday the 13th! Wolf business.

Gosh who knows where these things wound up?  Snakes, turtles, bears, owls.  We must have set at least a dozen little animals free.  Here's what I remember:

The DJ at the Barbary got a rat.  My old friend Dave got a bear-cat.  A couple who loaned us a lighter got something.  I think we left a turtle out back on the porch there.  Left a snake in the bathroom of Caprice.  Left one at Cape Fear Beards and Weirdos hoping it will get to our turtle friend.  I know there were more...

So much fun.  And this is how it works: if you spend your whole night giving out spirit animals, take a cab home, and wake up having lost some of your keys and your wallet; the universe will put the keys in the gutter in front of your friend's house (and a memory in her head, and a little ray of sunlight on metal) and the wallet miraculously in the glove box of your car.

Thank you, Universe!  Thank you, wolf friends who helped me and took pictures and are so funny (where are those pictures, by the way?)!  And thank you, Barbary Coast! 

spacebook and the wooly world

We here at wildbeings are trying to jump into this Jetson-like future.  Due to popular demand (by which I mean, one person suggested it), we've started a facebook page!  We hope to make this project a little easier to connect with and follow.  But don't worry, we're not going anywhere (we're going everywhere!).  I don't plan to actually write anything on facebook... Maybe it'll be more like a scavenger hunt?  Still figuring it out.

Find us out there on facebook.  If you're brave.  And expect to see a whole pack-murder-nest-blessing of animals out there this week.  The full june moon is on it's way and it's going to be a good one!

Animal Sexism Wednesday

Out on a Wednesday afternoon.  Weird hour for spirit animal distributing.  Weird hour for people all around. 

I always thought of this meditating mountain lion as a female spirit-- I'm not sure why. Maybe the colors-- kind of fancy redish-pinkish- greenish-whitish?  Maybe it seems maternal with it's paws out like that?  Peaceful?  Open?  Happy?  Sitting there on the barstool it occurs to me that not a single one of the female patrons near me possess any of these qualities.   

But then a guys comes in.  A guy with a new job.  And a shirt he made himself-- as opposed to using the stand-issue job shirt.  Because he looks cooler in his shirt.  And he's happy.  And looks at people when he talks to them.  And he smiles.  With dimples.     
    
And it occurs to me that this is a MALE mountain lion!  And I am totally being a sexist!  Geez!

This is what I know about pumas/mountain lions/cougars/catamounts: they are one of the two known predators of the porcupine.  They are able to flip it and kill it without any harm to themselves.  So if one of these cats shows up in your life, it's probably about power: coming into your own and using it with finesse.  It suggests the trials have been worked through-- and now it's time to assert that power, take charge.

Goodbye mountain lion!  Good luck with the new job, smiley guy!

Goose Song

My six year old daughter takes placing the animals pretty seriously.  She's learning to spot the right people and she's getting good at the barter or the drop-- depending which is appropriate.  So yesterday afternoon we were at the Satellite Bar with this bird.  It's a swan.  Or maybe a goose.  Both.  And my daughter came running to me: she KNOWS who should have the swan/goose!  She's POSITIVE!  So she runs out to get the bird out of our van and when she gets back, sadly, her human bird was gone.

Normally we might just choose another person.  But geez she was so INSISTANT about this being the right person for this bird!  So we gave it to the bartender hoping she would get it where it was intended to go. 

Swans and geese are both ridiculously loyal.  Protective.  This one had her wings wrapped around herself: protecting herself and anyone in her wingspan.  It's probably a pretty safe place to be. And considering how this particular bird was so kind in making sure our small iffy children made it up the brick steps without breaking their faces, I'd say this part suits her well.

But also: A swan can break a human arm with the beat of it's wings.  And if you've ever been chased by a mean goose-- well, it's scary.  And they pinch.  So I'd guess this is not a person to be messed with.

Geese are loud, they honk, they are storytellers.  Geese are sky and ground.  Reasonable.  Reliable.  Inspiring in their ability to work as a team.  When they fly in formation, nobody flies directly behind anybody else; nobody has an obstructed view.  Geese help each other along.

Swans are sky and water.  They are often silent.  Loaners.  They are more about inner-beauty manifesting into outer beauty.  They represent poetic prowess and a child-like imagination.  Swan is like the fancy, romantic, counterpart to goose.       

So if you got this bird, friendly-brown-dog-bird-lady or whoever, you might struggle with which of your super powers to use and when.  Are you a beautiful silent bone breaker?  Or a helpful honking friend?  You'd be wise to remember that you are both!

So long goose/swan!  I hope you got where you were going!