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I think I mentioned seeing a fox and the welling up of love I felt for it. For some reason I mentioned this when I saw a craniosacral therapist about my headaches. Unfortunately, I had no craniosacral therapy because we spent the whole hour discussing the fox, my feeling that part of me is dead, my desire to spend all my time wandering around inside the mouth of the volcano and my concern that 'if I give myself a break, I will break.' I would have preferred that hand on head business. But I paid my £50 and made another appointment for next week when, I hope, that hands on head bit will happen.

Anyway, the fox. When I mentioned the fox he looked up foxes in his dictionary of symbols and seemed quite struck by what it said. Fox-fire... mystery, power, some such. I mentioned my dead friend was red-headed and fiery, which seemed to please him.It was all so meaningful.

When I came home I looked up foxes in my symbol dictionary. It said, the Devil, treachery, cunning and hypocrisy. Rather less pleasing. The Japanese were keener on foxes - longevity and magic in their view.

Funny, though, as I've long been keen on foxes. My sister too likes foxes. We also share a favourite flower - the poppy. Though I also have a soft spot for roses and honeysuckle.

I've painted a lot of foxes. I like painting them because they are not brown or grey or black like most animals.Also they have cool eyes.

There's also the interesting experiment done by Russian scientists who took a load of silver foxes from a fur farm and bred the friendliest ones with each other and within 60 generations they'd become spotty with floppy ears, curly tails and begged for fuss and attention, just like dogs. There's a good article on it here. I wonder what they did with the unfriendly ones. I guess they got skinned.

That reminds me of the worst fox-thought. An image from the documentary Earthlings of a fox being skinned. It was alive. And it was still alive after it had been skinned. It looked at the camera and blinked. And I will never ever forget that sight. The documentary was meant to raise attention about human cruelty to animals and boy was it successful - that kickstarted my veganism (attempts). Justifies all feelings that humans are potentially the most evil things on the planet. And that is despite the fact that a blue whale can be eaten alive by killer whales over the course of hours and that lions can eat their prey alive, as they die over thirty minutes while being torn apart. The whales and the lions DON'T FUCKING PRETEND THEY ARE MORAL BEINGS. You want hypocrisy? Look at sodding humans.

On a happier note, Ted Hughes wrote a great fox poem which you can find here and, read by maybe the poet, here.

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