Fox. Animal Spirits Knowledge Cards, Susan Seddon Boulet.
Funny how things decay over time. Some things get better with age and others fall apart, bit by bit, tooth after tooth, cell beyond cell.
Death and rebirth are on my mind a lot lately. I seem to be faced with the message of loss each time I turn around and I never quite know how to hold it in my small hands.
Grief sticks to me like tiny hairs on sticky fingertips; that no matter how i try, frustrated, to pick at it and extract it off of me, ignore it, or sit with it quietly, it often feels like I will never come clean of it.
I saw a beautiful red fox hit on the road today, by El Tejon northbound on I-5. She looked in perfect condition with her little pointed face toward the afternoon sun. She teaches me about preparing for changes and making my den comfortable and cozy. She is teaching me how to integrate all parts of myself. She brings with her the hope of freedom from fear and falsehood.
Decay seems lacking in grace, but perhaps it is the most graceful act of all.
