January 6 – Holiday Fox in the City

by Connie Spittler

For the first time, a quick brown fox visits us this holiday season. As my husband, Bob, watches TV late in the evening, he’s spotted the scurrying fox several times. trotting along the frosty grasslands or edge of our small neighborhood pond. It’s always an unexpected event, so I haven’t seen the wild urban creature yet. I’m usually in bed during his prowling hours. Still, imagining his billowing tail flying by in the dark add a magical flurry to the winter night.

Commonly characterized as sly,wily, and mysterious, the fox is viewed differently in Japan mythology, where longevity and protection against evil are assigned symbols. Some Northern Native American tribes thought of the fox as a wise, noble messenger and in certain Celtic realms, the fox is considered a guide and honored for its wisdom.

As our dancing, prancing fox moves in and out of focus and time, I think of the surprising people, pets, events and moments that visit our lives–intriguing, illusive–all special in individual ways. They come and go, whether fleeting or lingering, reminders to be grateful for the unexpected things that happen along life’s path.

This season, my message to all comes from the fox, a wish for wisdom, longevity, and beautiful surprises. Do keep a look out. You never know who you’ll meet or what you’ll see. I intend to.

Long time author, Connie Spittler’s women’s fiction/cozy mystery came out this year – THE EROTICA BOOK CLUB FOR NICE LADIES, about a stolen ancient book of herbal cures, with tongue-in-cheek erotica provided by Emily Dickinson, Charlotte Bronte and other classic authors. Scheduled on a 2016 Story Circle Network conference panel, she’s looking forward to meeting SCN members.


3 responses to “January 6 – Holiday Fox in the City

  1. You made the fox encounter come alive.

  2. I think I prefer the Japanese view. It is so intriguing how various cultures can view the exact same thing so differently.

  3. You are right. You just never know….Thank you for reminding me of the time I watched a red fox playfully leap into the air on a frigidly cold snowy morning.I’m sure he was in search of breakfast, but what beauty he projected as he leaped and scampered through the snow. I just happened to be walking on my parents farm, searching for solitude and finding instead delight.

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