FrankieSachs sent me a slug. A knitted slug. It is a small thing of perfect beauty. My favourite shade of orange and exceedingly silky. With it came a note…
The Slug as Totem Animal
Everyone always has sexy totem animals. Have you ever noticed that?
Wolves and lions and hawks and shit.
(Respectable herbivores include: stags, bison, & wild stallions.)
A totem animal, we claim, is us. That we are, at heart, lion or boar or wild stallion and that the spirit animal is an entity outside ourselves. “It chose me,” the bison or wolf or hawk, “because it saw I am a reflection of itself.”
I suspect the case is somewhat altered – that we choose our spirit animal as a symbol of what we wish to be, who we wish to be. How we wish others would see us.
This is why you’ll never meet some hippie dude on a train who tells you his spirit animal is a slug.
30 June 2012