Where go you
Little rose fox
Ballet slipper feet
Soft in the pad pad of the night
And your quiet yawn
That opens all the doors
Flips sense and life
Into something
Other.
In 1954 while studying English at Pembroke College, Cambridge, Ted Hughes dreamt of a fox soaked in blood, the Thought Fox. This dream changed him and determined his path as a poet. The fox walked in from the night, into his mind and onto the page.
It isn't fully necessary to use creativity in a therapeutic process, feeling can often be enough, but if you wish to access what lies beneath the awareness of the day to day, creativity can do this for you. Dreams can do this for you, and noticing what surfaces in the quiet of sleep, can help you make decisions you might struggle to resolve through cognition alone.
This is the call of the unconscious and the birth of purpose, for the fox is the trickster, the cunning, the devious, and the yearning for what is truly wanted. The fox doesn't care how he gets what he needs, he takes it. The unconscious can at times throw itself into ordinary life unbidden in this way, it demands to be known. What sleeps within us is often raw and bold and mostly we might live as if we are not that. Yet, if we listen, we are that.
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