Looking at this symbol and purple_scorp’s wonderful image, I may have rambled a bit too long here….
“Imagine, the thrill of the hunt….never knowing quite sure whether I was the hunter or the hunted”, this man says, proudly, eyes sparkling, showing off his deadly-looking trophies! Color floods his face….bursting and swelling with pride, this man remembers the trials he did in life…..but I can’t help but wonder, what lies beyond it? True he boasts he hunted bravely and well…..constantly trying to conquer his elusive animal nature…..ridding ‘his world’ of offensive things????
Hmm trying…are they still lurking behind every bush…pursuing him as he did them? Just the thought makes me slink away, those teeth, those eyes, those claws, peering back at me. Nose to nose, eek!! It’s true! What we give our attention to, brings it back to life!
Gathering around his trophies with others, I feel a tingle of awe spread through my body. Never, ever would I hunt an animal except to photograph or study its behavior…..even that thought revs up my adrenalines…oh the taste of excitement…plunging in….taking risks…leaving the security of my home….a woman running wild!! The intensity of this thought actually frightens me. Am I the huntress or the prey?
My social upbringing and how I dress and present myself to the world makes me slam on the brakes! My mind cries out ‘ don’t choose something just because it offers you the opportunity for the dramaticsor for high esteem!!
Oh! I need time, time to absorb, to digest, to ponder. I feel the arms of my past, my family, my home, my foundation, my security, some comforting, some holding me firmly….although deep within the thrill of the hunt, lingers….the heat intense……but time keeps ticking.
Are these old times this man is relishing, remembering and sharing with others. Was it then he could perform such feats…are they gone now…an essence of what once was? Has he given up the hunt or has he encountered obstacles from the past that are stronger than he?
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