How Fox became a Soulbuilder, and other stories

For many years now I have had a strange affiliation with foxes. Maybe it’s the red hair, or maybe the link between foxes and survivors is the point of connection. Foxes have shown up at the most interesting times – as I’ve been coming out of my therapist’s office having started to face some particularly nasty inner demons; four of them passing alongside my parked car as I’ve needed to feel support and encouragement; one of them lying peacefully in sunlight when I’ve needed the reminder to take it slowly and enjoy the moment. People I’ve taught or supervised give me gifts and cards with foxes on, and some even tell me that foxes have literally shown up just as they were talking or thinking about me.

So, I’ve decided to accept the honour of the affiliation, and bring my passion for nature and my love of story, metaphor and archetype together, here. I will share my thinking, my learning and some of my own story of self discovery – tales from my therapy room where I am the client rather than the therapist – and stories that have emerged from the processing in between, sometimes arriving with the sunlight through trees, or on the wind blowing across the stone circle, or in the glimpse of a red tail with a white tip passing by.