Animal Spirit

I asked Amy to send me a picture of my inner animal spirit. She won’t let me share hers, but that’s me on the left. I’ve always felt like a bear. A big, cuddly, nice, soft bear. Mellow. I like to sleep. I like to eat. I wander around, a little curiously larger than comfortable in my slightly oversized body. I’m really fucking ferocious when I’m mad. Which doesn’t happen very often (maybe once a year). Don’t poke the bear. ...