I once came across a blog written by a woman who believed that her spirit animal was a dolphin.
The dolphin spirit acted as a guide in moments of weakness or fear. When she embraced the spirit of the dolphin, she splashed her way through.
My friend Sarah T went to a masseuse and, for an extra £5, the masseuse told her what her animal spirit was. She was a gorilla, which is apparently symbolic of latent strength.
Sarah T told me that this was extremely useful information and she made sure to behave in a more ‘gorilla-like’ way in vulnerable moments.
I don't believe in stuff like this but I was interested and bored enough to take an online test to determine what my spirit animal is.
I was diagnosed as a crow. Which isn't fantastic news:
'...sign of luck, it is also associated with the archetype of the trickster; be aware of deceiving appearances...The crow is feared, it is an omen of death...The crow is a communicator with the dead...The crow means death'
But on the plus side:
'You like sharing a hearty laugh with friends and most of all enjoying a good meal.'
So when my spirit animal isn't predicting death or causing death or talking to the dead or just being deathly, he’s eating. No wonder he likes that part of his day the most.
I don’t think my spirit animal is a crow. Of course I would say that. Who wants to be a crow?
I think it’s a rabbit. A bit worried, quite a fast runner and soft to the touch.
I've always liked rabbits – they can’t maul you to death like a dog can, they don’t needle you like cats do. The can’t peck out your eyes like a parrot (or a crow). A rabbit is stronger than a gerbil and when you stroke it, it won’t fall to pieces completely like a guinea pig.
I'm trying to incorporate more rabbit things into my life but I'm aware that I'm an adult, married to a serious person.
So I have to be stealthy.
Like a crow.