“We who make stories know that we tell lies for a living. But they are good lies that say true things, and we owe it to our readers to build them as best we can. Because somewhere out there is someone who needs that story. Someone who will grow up with a different landscape, who without that story will be a different person. And who with that story may have hope, or wisdom, or kindness, or comfort. And that is why we write.” ~ Neil Gaiman
“Go for broke. Always try and do too much. Dispense with safety nets. Take a deep breath before you begin talking. Aim for the stars. Keep grinning. Be bloody-minded. Argue with the world. And never forget that writing is as close as we get to keeping a hold on the thousand and one things–childhood, certainties, cities, doubts, dreams, instants, phrases, parents, loves–that go on slipping , like sand, through our fingers.” ~ Salman Rushdie
As I was driving south to work yesterday morning I at one point noticed movement coming from the right shoulder of the road; canid for sure. As the animal ran at high speed in front of my cay, maybe 100 feet ahead, I sensed it to be a young coyote. But then it was too small to be a coyote old enough to be playing in traffic. And then I noticed the size of the tail. Fox! All of this observation and play-by-play analysis, so fast, too fast to be ego stuff. It was survival instinct. A mammal needs to know what is in its path, and my mind was seeking to accomplish fulfillment of that need. If you are lucky, when you come across a wild animal, you are reminded that the deeper levels of mind are never divorced from the natural world. That said . . . geez, what’s up with that? Now, back to the fox. In the 23 years here in Taos I have seen only one other fox. They are known as masters of concealment. No wonder, right? So, needless to say, I got a world-class thrill from the sighting. If you want to know what sighting a fox means symbolically, have at it. I usually would I explain the symbolism but I ain’t goin there this morning. I researched the matter last night, and found profound relevancy to dynamics in my daily earthbound life. Part of Fox medicine tells me to keep it to myself. So, okay, I will, k? Here this morning the only animal I have encountered has been sleeping like a rock, for the most part, since I first awoke. Maybe she is tuckered out from looking out for me. She has my back when bad juju is lurking nearby. Someone inferred to me yesterday that someone was ‘witching’ me at night. Rosie the cat is skilled at protecting me from shit like that. Cats are nocturnal so I don’t feel bad if she stayed awake while I slept, then when I awoke she could get some rest for herself. Of course yesterday’s fox fits into this somehow. All shall be revealed, right? Nope, not all of it. If you ran out of mystery in life you have simply run out of life. I mean . . . come on now . . . did I piss off some bruja again? I’ve still got something to learn from it. Or better yet maybe I will go all Jungian and stuff and say the bad juju has nothing to do with me. It’s not my stuff. In that past I have had no trouble in dealing with this, so I don’t feel much more than irritation. Back in 1985 I had a teaching dream in which I was shown how, in essence, psychic attack occurs, how it moves. The key is vigilance. And don’t get cocky. Yes, there is always something new to learn.
Peace out, y’all. Goof gloriously.