It’s Shinola. I’m sure of it.

I have excellent news! No, seriously. The scales hath fallen from my eyes. A mystery solved. And for someone who goes through life being pretty perceptive [brain as hive of bees], albeit often adept at missing the obvious [bees can be loud], this is a coup.

Let’s take a step back a second.

Our Christmas afternoon at the beach was an exercise in being present. The sand, the surf, the sun appearing to be filtered through a Kleenex, the keplunk-keplink of the Kadima ball, and the use of one’s senses for all the things they’re meant to be used for: not stress, not Internet multitasking, not practiced, self-conscious, guarded movements… just eyes, ears, muscles, and reflexes to play a game.

I don’t think I had shoes on more than 3 times since Wednesday. A little soul-stirring connection with the terrain of my birth [windblown dunes are resilient and graceful; always nice to witness] left me feeling thankful and grounded, and just in time.

[Bloody Mary + a head-clearing, seaside game of paddleball. Both briny and perfect.]

If you’ve been around me at all in the last month, you’ve heard me beat a dead horse of an issue: my quest to find my spirit animal. [Also known as power animal, totem animal, etc. I’m still fuzzy on the whole thing.] It’s become a bit of an obsession. I’ve attempted to ask others for [and take online quizzes to learn] something I finally realized was only going to come from myself. That, and, I read something that said to “set my ego aside.” After all, your spirit animal isn’t a reflection of you, per se, but a guide that comes to you at a time in your life. And when you meditate, with some patience, it will fly in and land on a branch at the tree you’re under, or come sauntering out of the bushes, so on and so forth. Then you ask it questions, and when it leaves, always remember to thank it.

I was fully prepared to have my animal turn out to be, like, a bullfrog or some hateful species of monkey. But I focused more on why I wanted to figure this bit of obscurity out. I thought about what I wanted to learn. And I waited on my mentor to come find me.

I kept my eyes open for a few days, and sure enough, the little bugger wouldn’t stop jumping into my consciousness: in a photo, on a sweater, during a gorgeous wildlife show I was captivated by for an hour, in a book, and finally, painted on the wall of the park down the street where I found myself on a post-flight walk today. Staring me right in the face.

[“Hey, C, you should be more smart like me.”]

Of course. It was so obvious then. The footage of the fox watching the wolves from afar. Gauging the scenario then with caution, assessing his next move. I was sitting out on the dock with my dad drinking coffee, and in conversation about work and trusting your skills and recognizing your strengths, I said, “But you know me, I’m so indecisive.” “No. You’re the most decisive person I know,” he replied.

Those with fox as a spirit guide are frequently smart and witty but must remember to keep their crafty and clever demeanor balanced or it could backfire. Fox can also show you the need to learn to be more discreet. Often the underlying basis of a situation may seem obvious, but instead of making a quick judgment, listen closely to the outer and inner senses. Then you may perhaps get a completely different picture of what is going on. When the outer situation and the inner senses don’t match, it is wise to handle like a Fox, to trust one’s intuition/instinct/inner voice, and to lay low.

Fox is a wise, potent, teacher for those who choose to live conscious and deliberate lives, and can teach us to control our auras so we are more able to live in harmony with the world and others.

Deliberate. Aware. Decisive. And nothing to do with how cute they look when they dive face-first into snow to catch mice.

I’d like to think I chose my animal, but I think she chose me.

Hope you had a wonderful holiday, peeps.


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4 Responses to “It’s Shinola. I’m sure of it.”

  1. Jessica
    December 27, 2011 at 9:27 am #

    Fox is a wise, potent, teacher for those who choose to live conscious and deliberate lives, and can teach us to control our auras so we are more able to live in harmony with the world and others.

    Um, totally. Merry Christmas, teacher.

  2. December 29, 2011 at 2:59 pm #

    hell yeah you’re a fox. i could’ve told you that.
    merry christmas…happy new year.

    • Corks and Caftans
      December 29, 2011 at 3:18 pm #

      :) you too, to you and yours! xx

  3. Caroline
    January 13, 2012 at 3:40 pm #

    At the beginning of your post, I immediately thought of this:

    And for the record, you’re not indecisive – you just hate having to do what you know you need to do sometimes. (Said with love.)

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