An occurrence like this has never happened on such a scale with me before. I finally decided to bring it up in the forum to see what the general consensus would be.
I have not done a good amount of research into this, because frankly I don't know where to start. I am being...followed, I suppose you could say, or hounded, or very frequently reminded, almost once a day now for the past seven months or so, give or take, by foxes.
Foxes. Everywhere. Real foxes that I spot when I drive through wooded areas. Pictures or paintings of foxes that randomly pop up. Fox references. People talking about foxes. People mentioning foxes, or conversations had about foxes. Foxes in the chat room I hang out in, foxes on TV, fox tales and fox tails, dreams about foxes, fox behavior in life...
I have been for the moment taking these things in their stride. I appreciate the fact that the universe is sending me such strong signals.
I am currently writing a novel, or have been for two years now, which features fox lore as a strong central theme. The fox lore is all made up, because the novel is fantasy and I did not want to copy any legends or whatnot. I am wondering on one hand if my psyche is just more sensitive to the fox because it is a centrifugal part of the story...but I can't say for certain. It feels much more than that, like a call. Or a visitation. Or even an invitation, but as to what I am unsure.
Foxes are to me a misunderstood creature, out of control in some areas and desperately rare in others. They are masters of camouflage, light-footed messengers, a cunning ally, a shrewd enemy. Their coats are royally colored, rich and unmistakeable. They understand the cruel means of survival. They know secrets. They understand how to Listen.
I'm trying to Listen to them. I understand that maybe they are there to remind me to write. But what if something else is at foot? What are your thoughts? Experiences?