As it is with every year around my birthday, I get a new tattoo. This time, I got another fox tattoo at Electric Anvil Tattoo. Not only do I really like these dog-like creatures, but I’ve been told that my spirit animal is a fox. Here’s what I’ve found online:
The symbolic meanings associated with the fox are:
-Physical or mental responsiveness, increased awareness
-Cunning; seeing through deception; call to be discerning
-Ability to find your way around, to be swift in tricky sitations
-Affinity with nocturnal activities and dream work
Whether or not such a generalized description of me is bullshit (I took an internet quiz before, and it said my spirit animal is a stupid butterfly), foxes are fascinating creatures. My other tattoo that contains a fox is from the Aesop Fable of “The Fox and the Crow” (I also like crows):
A Fox once saw a Crow fly off with a piece of cheese in its beak and settle on a branch of a tree.
“That’s for me, as I am a Fox,” said Master Reynard, and he walked up to the foot of the tree.
“Good day, Mistress Crow,” he cried. “How well you are looking today: how glossy your feathers; how bright your eye. I feel sure your voice must surpass that of other birds, just as your figure does; let me hear but one song from you that I may greet you as the Queen of Birds.”
The Crow lifted up her head and began to caw her best, but the moment she opened her mouth the piece of cheese fell to the ground, only to be snapped up by Master Fox.
“That will do,” said he. “That was all I wanted. In exchange for your cheese I will give you a piece of advice for the future: “Do not trust flatterers.”