“I Am Large, I Contain Multitudes”

Dream: Two foxes playfully jump, wriggle, bound. Nearby, a bear yawns, ignores. A fox (me) moves closer, teases, grins, darts in, out. Bear pauses, still. Fox chuckles, sleek, leaps. Bear, lighting, ferocity, lunges. Fox, locked in jaws, life and light extinguished. I snap back into my human body and run, chased for untold hours through the labyrinth of my dream-mind, by a bear that won’t relent.

Waking: I identify with the fox, but both are my dream creations. They are both me. In the ensuing days, I step more deeply into these roles: fox and bear. I even play “foxes and bears” with my son, the two of us freely switching between roles. I begin to feel the play that’s possible between these polarities. And I’m reminded of Whitman’s eloquence, from Song of Myself (1856):

I am large, I contain multitudes.

(note: Whitman had hoped that this epic poem would help reunite America, and thus avoid Civil War.)

12″ x 8″

Mixed media on sustainably harvested wood panel.

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