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The fox walks with me. The fox has been my companion through silence and secrecy, a presence that does not bark (at least not too loudly) but shows. I do not follow the fox. I walk beside it. In its quiet prancing to the Song, I find a peaceful reflection. In its stealthy gaze, I find clarity. The fox is not just a symbol for me; it is part of who I am. I have learned from the fox how to move between the worlds. The worlds of the city, the village, and the forest. I am at home on this edge. I am happiest when I am hearing the Song and singing the Song. When seeing the seen and knowing there is an unseen. Like the fox, I know when to emerge to speak and when to retreat and be silent. I have learned that sometimes power lives in what is not said. I also have learned that sometimes wisdom will hide in plain sight. The fox teaches adaptability without compromise, cleverness without cruelty, and truth without force. The fox reminds me that my path through the woods will not always be straight; nor should it be. Sometimes I must weave through the brush like the instruments spreading the Song. Sometimes I must take the long way around like a voice holding a note. And sometimes I must wait in stillness like the drum waiting for the perfect note. The fox is often misunderstood, just as some may misunderstand me. I do not necessarily seek their approval but I do seek harmony. Thankfully, I have found company in the fox - I have found a way to live that honors instict, thought, and my creativity. Wherever I go, the fox is not far away. The fox is not behind me. Not ahead of me. Always alongside of me. Zenath | |