Island animals

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know that place for the first time.

-- TS Eliot

We're back!  And with some fresh wind in our sails!  Every Being should go on a journey like this once in a while-- sharpens the mind, lightens the soul, reminds us of our rooted flow.  Full moons and ocean tides and language without words: all animals need a little wilderness.  And it's almost Spring!  So you know my fox-coyote self is starting to feel frisky anyway, as per usual-- nose up, fresh dirt, smelling that chicken breeze.

True to form we got a few little animals out there that seemed just right-- cause they go where they go... 

So in Little Corn Island, Nicaragua, a fish went to a fighting, hugging, flip-flopping Russian.  This was a woman who would hug you one minute and threaten to kick you in the head with some kind of Thai martial arts the next.  She liked me, thankfully, because I would not have wanted to be on the wrong end of that foot!  But she got the fish because it was so clear that her emotions were swimming very close to the surface.  A lover AND a fighter.  So the fish jumped in her pocket to remind her that there are times to swim with the current, and times to swim against it-- and there are times to just swim away.  Fear and anger don't have to be the motivation: fight or flee, float or swim-- do it with intention, little Russian fish. 

And we placed a little rat, I think, in a banana shack being built by a gringo.  Mostly because this guy had a big toothy smile, a good line of bullshit, and absolutely no qualms about making out with drunk bar patrons-- he seemed to be a natural rat, and to be honest, I liked him.  He owned his asshole agenda.  He had a quick wit.  And he smiled a lot.  Some folks tend to be offended by the rat-- this guy knew better.  He embraced his smart rat self.  Also, I think he left me a cool heart shaped seed in return-- first time I have been tandem gifted.:)

I also gave away a little hedgehog with a heart on his chest.  This one landed right where it was supposed to go.  The woman who got the hedgehog told me it was having to do with her young son, that he had experiences with hedgehogs and collected hearts-- that it suited him perfectly.  And I believe that.  But there is something of a hedgehog in this woman, too.  Hedgehogs teach us that we can be gentle and vulnerable but still protect ourselves.  They teach us how and when to use our defenses.  They teach us how to discourage negativity without internalizing it.  I have never pretended to read people, but something... something...  protect that heart, Hedgehog-- and keep rolling on.

And there is still a little red fox somewhere in the jungles of Nicaragua, with some enthusiastic and awesome animal spirit people from Canada-- can't wait to see where that one ends up!

Back in the studio this week.  And back on the town.  With renewed love and light and appreciation for all my animal spirit friends!

Ready up, Spirit People!  Eyes and hearts (and pockets) open!