My Spirit Animal Hunt Begins
Alright, so I kept seeing stuff online about “spirit animals.” Honestly, sounded like fluffy nonsense at first. Totally not my usual thing. But then I thought, why not try it? Maybe there’s something there. Couldn’t hurt, right?
First thing this morning, I grabbed my notebook and a pen – figured I’d do it proper. Needed to be real with myself. I sat down quiet, no distractions. Didn’t want anyone walking in asking about dinner plans. Closed my eyes for a bit. Just tried to breathe steady and slow things down. Quiet time is key here.
Trying Those Weird Exercises People Talk About
Okay, so the guides online mention a few ways:
- Journaling: I wrote non-stop for like 10 minutes. Just poured out whatever popped in my head – stuff that scares me, things that give me energy, dumb things I like, like coffee first thing or sitting near water.
- Reflecting On Moments: Next, I thought hard about specific times I felt truly powerful or really grounded. Weirdly, most involved being outside. Once felt crazy strong hiking through thick woods alone. Another time, felt super peaceful just sitting still near the lake at sunset.
- Feeling The Vibe: This part was… abstract. I tried to feel my general “vibe” without words. Like, the core energy I have. Imagined it as a color or a feeling. Came out kinda steady, like dark green earth, but also a ripple – quiet energy but with movement underneath? Sounds weird writing it down, but that’s how it felt.
- The “Dream” Recall Attempt: Ugh. This one’s tough ’cause I rarely remember dreams. But I think a brown furry shape… maybe? Wasn’t clear. Might need to try this again.
By lunchtime, I had pages covered in messy notes and weird scribbles. Needed a walk. Went outside just to move, not really thinking about animals.
That “Ah-Ha” Moment When It Clicked
Sat down later to sift through my morning brain dump. Reading back felt chaotic. But then I noticed words sticking out:
- “Grounding”
- “Patient”
- “Watching”
- “Hidden movement”
- “Water’s edge”
- “Stillness before striking”
Bam. Hit me like a ton of bricks. All those moments I felt strong? Quiet observation? Patience leading to action? That earthy green feeling? It screamed one specific critter to me: the Heron.
Really thought about it. Herons. Always seen them just standing there frozen near the water. Super still. Watching everything. So patient you’d think they’re sleeping. Then – zip! Lightning fast strike into the water. Gone before you blink. Strong wings carrying them off afterward. Steady, observant, powerful when needed, totally at home between land and water. Felt strangely perfect.
Honestly? Felt a bit silly for a second. Talking to myself about spirit animals! But then I just leaned into it. Yeah, the Heron. It fits like an old glove. This whole thing wasn’t about finding some mystical guide; it was about reflecting and seeing a pattern I already kinda knew but never named.
So that’s my spirit animal. Found it not through some magic spell, but just by sitting down and digging into how I actually operate.
