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.
“Frankie
Sachs”
30
June 2012
