The Wandering Kitsune
During times of visionary based emotional healing, we connect more with nature. Looking for the dots, lines, and patterns as they knit new meaning in ourselves and new identities. This is the story of how this new understanding of life came to me…
A few years ago, I went out to play at an off-community gathering where I unknowingly met my spirit for the first time. I first met a woman who told me my spirit was a fairy, and as the night progressed, a siren, as my eyes began to glow under the colored lights. I connected with families who were creating new spaces for community to gather and to share new ideas. I met a lifelong friend who asked if I wanted to paint with fluorescent color on a spin art bike he had made for gifting. Realizing my inner child began its healing journey through wonder and motion as the paint dripped and splattered, blending with colors I had never seen before. I listened to stories of lives lived around a community fire, living free within a divine comedy. A major attack on innocence on this evening shook our collective to the roots. It turned the comedic energy of our collective space into a divine tragedy. With time frozen for a lot of us, my friend and I continued our banter, teaching me about positive distraction. Finding light in the dark realities of our world and seeking new energies as the negativity and anxiety of the gathering began to vibrate around the space.
My new friend was a wanderer, putting his spin art on a mobile cart to welcome new people into our community, and eventually lighting the fire of flow within himself. Gifting small packages of creativity and wonder as he walked around the world. Being fresh blood in this divine space, I didn’t realize my potential to create more inspiration for those who play. The more I connected with people within the community and met more of those who were guiding and inspiring further bridges to link us all together. Many of us are lost, but those we interact with help us seek hidden truths within us all if we take more time to see our places outside of society.
Through years of experiences like these, and the experience of lighting my first solstice fire on my birthday. I found the glittering magic that guides me through the webs of societal judgment and disconnection within our modern communities. I spent many years not seeing the kitsune I collected in the forest that fateful night. I had kept his freedom of movement locked in a cage of my own anxieties. I stood frozen, left in a mess of pandemic stress, propaganda, and rage. Losing the joyful, fiery spirit that was the child inside of me. I became the fox that I had trapped, looking to design to find healing and wellness from my eternal stress. Though the kitsune only grew angrier, as I lost my identity to fit inside an even smaller cage.
I had to find inspiration from the internet for products and consumerism that kept me lost, seeking more and more knowledge to fill the void created within myself. I was slowly filling my holes with online personas, new authorities, and mindless media. Becoming a voyeur of judgments, consumer ads, and trends, and holding all those woeful stories and negativity underneath my skin. All those cozy knits I wore to protect me from the sins of society were deteriorating. All I had was one strand of red yarn left. So, I grabbed my yarn needle, and I started to fill the holes within my rainbow socks. Trying to stitch all of us back together in my soul with joy, laughter, and movement towards building for something greater. Howling at the full moon as I was filled with so much excitement for the futures that could be created.
Though these inner spirits are guiding our bodies to connect through the metaphysical waves, guiding us to find the ritualistic performance and rhythms of the universe, we have lost to the concrete and iron of cities. Music and dance still unify us in these spaces, many now looking to events that connect and inspire us to higher states of being. These synergistic energies show us something greater within the construct of time, understanding reality, and our safe places within nature. This inspired me to create new profound identities, new solutions to urban problems, and new ways of seeing through the divine mother.
The wandering Kitsune spirit within me led me to move again. Awakening my high priestess of knowing, looking at the signs all around us and connecting the dots, and lines within nature, stirring me from the simulation. Breathing me into rebirth for a new reality for me to see with a head held high out of the matrix. To share this message of going back into the body to guide us back to our roots, rhythms, and fiery breaths.