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!