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Cunning as a Fox
quietly observing, protecting self-preservation
There he was sitting in his pain and misery, self-inflicted hold onto what was handed down, intrinsic taught behaviors, traumatic response to triggers in every conversation. Lashed out, badger backing into the corner, like a laughing hyena silent thoughts to self as she observed his words charged with weapons of destruction, sword in hand protecting the ground she strode.
Like a fox, protecting den, quietly in the shadows, cunning as could be, camouflaged in the mirrored reality of another, undetected, invisible to the collective beings traveling nearby. Holding space, sacred den, place of rest, recovery, self-preservation, the fox calls us to mimic her style.
Gentle, gingerly silent, rarely seen by day, into the shadows of nights calling moon, returning light’s message clear sounding boom. Those to hear the messenger, present quiet moment, falling from the daily grind, entering peaceful noise of Mother’s womb.
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Much gratitude for those who take time to read, ponder and allow the inner workings of self to come forward. Grateful for the feedback, love shared, and more importantly the Dance with Inspiration. Deep Peace.
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