They asked what my favorite animal was, what I would be if I could be any kind of animal.
And as a woman with -
*counts on her fingers*
- 22 pets, it can't be that shocking that I don't have just one that I could answer with.
And since I think that this is usually a question of imagry, I'll explain what appeals to me, and why.
I like how the longer you look at a tidepool, the more you see.
I like that you have to respect everything you touch because it might be alive.
I could see myself as a little crab in a tidepool, holding tightly to MY rock in MY tidepool when the waves came, taking a neighborly stroll when the pool was warm in the sun.
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When I was a kid, I wanted to be a horse. It was about freedom, really. A horse can't be caught by a person, only lured.
Horses are quiet, tolerant creatures. The understand each other best while saying nothing.
Sometimes, like when they're startled, or you're trying to pour the other half of your orange soda in their mouth, they lose all that legendary grace, but become all the more endearing for it.
I wanted to run where ever I pleased like wild horse and sometimes I still do.
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I've become fascinated by owls in the last few years. To me they embody the sort of wisdom you come by only by quiet and intense observation, the sort of wisdom I want. There was a white owl that lived near my old house and one moonlit night it swooped by me so close I could almost touch it. I wanted to call out after it, and ask it what it knew about me, but of course it's never that easy. There are little owl statues and things all over my house.
When I'm old and wise, I want a pet owl. I think we could wile away the afternoons nodding at each other knowingly.
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And of course this is me, in a way.
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I'll always sympathize with the lobsters.............
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....... but I AM a butterfly.
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And today I'm a starfish. Cut in half but it'll come back. Sounds horrible and sad, but it isn't in the least. I'm ridiculously happy these days. For a billion reasons. One in particular that I'll tell you about soon. It has something to with this specifically, and something to do with this generally.
Feel free to guess, unless you actually know.
And as a woman with -
*counts on her fingers*
- 22 pets, it can't be that shocking that I don't have just one that I could answer with.
And since I think that this is usually a question of imagry, I'll explain what appeals to me, and why.
I like how the longer you look at a tidepool, the more you see.
I like that you have to respect everything you touch because it might be alive.
I could see myself as a little crab in a tidepool, holding tightly to MY rock in MY tidepool when the waves came, taking a neighborly stroll when the pool was warm in the sun.
Image credit.
When I was a kid, I wanted to be a horse. It was about freedom, really. A horse can't be caught by a person, only lured.
Horses are quiet, tolerant creatures. The understand each other best while saying nothing.
Sometimes, like when they're startled, or you're trying to pour the other half of your orange soda in their mouth, they lose all that legendary grace, but become all the more endearing for it.
I wanted to run where ever I pleased like wild horse and sometimes I still do.
Image credit.
I've become fascinated by owls in the last few years. To me they embody the sort of wisdom you come by only by quiet and intense observation, the sort of wisdom I want. There was a white owl that lived near my old house and one moonlit night it swooped by me so close I could almost touch it. I wanted to call out after it, and ask it what it knew about me, but of course it's never that easy. There are little owl statues and things all over my house.
When I'm old and wise, I want a pet owl. I think we could wile away the afternoons nodding at each other knowingly.
Image credit.
And of course this is me, in a way.
Image credit.
I'll always sympathize with the lobsters.............
Image credit.
....... but I AM a butterfly.
Image credit.
And today I'm a starfish. Cut in half but it'll come back. Sounds horrible and sad, but it isn't in the least. I'm ridiculously happy these days. For a billion reasons. One in particular that I'll tell you about soon. It has something to with this specifically, and something to do with this generally.
Feel free to guess, unless you actually know.
4 Comments:
You're going to move into the humane society.
I wish.
I knew what "it" was without having to even click on the linkies. Very good answer(s). Four gold stars! (Yes, I know you do keep gold stars for yourself somewhere. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if there was a board in the kitchen.)
*horribly huge smile*
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