Teela Hart

Surviving Domestic Violence

Don’t Get Too Close To The Fox She Might Feel Threatened. Especially If She Is Screaming.

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I know I said I was “out”. But I’d forgotten my daily commitment for the NO MORE campaign.

I am completely overwhelmed by all the love and support from ALL of you.  Thank you for reaching out with your hearts and positive energy.  While reading your comments, I found this jewel, an answer to my ever so curious mind, by way of Ivy_Mosquito in my comment box on “What Do I Say?”

This young lady’s blog is awesome, I wish you’d go check her out.  Specially if you want to know what the fox  really says.

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I love ya’ll.

Say No More

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Author: Teela Hart

I am a mother, daughter, sister and domestic violence survivor.

12 thoughts on “Don’t Get Too Close To The Fox She Might Feel Threatened. Especially If She Is Screaming.

  1. Loving that you’re still posting, my dear lady. But please don’t push yourself if you need to step back – we all need some ‘quiet’ time to reflect and regroup 🙂

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    • Thanks Triple S. 🙂
      Just steering clear of DV, except my No More commitment for the month.
      I am so blah right now, more than usual. I just cannot talk about DV anymore for a bit.
      I’ll regroup…..I always do.
      Love you Triple Threat.

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  2. You just love us too much 🙂 If you don’t want to be away you can always put up some other things about you not related to DV. It may help you.

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    • Hahaha….:)
      I know. I may, but I’m limited there. I’m not much of a writer. I just write for a cause. So, I figure it’s best that I only show my ignorance when necessary. 🙂
      I check my emails and such, tryin’ not to read too much DV related for a few days.
      I hope everyone understands. I believe they do.

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  3. Foxes are kinda cat-like in spite of being in the dog and wolf family too, as they are very nimble on their feet, they hunt mice, and pounce like cats, which can be seen in this clip from my favorite Nature documentary:

    “I am sometimes a fox and sometimes a lion. The whole secret of government lies in knowing when to be the one or the other.”
    – Napoleon Bonaparte

    You may get a kick out of the pictures in this post! – http://www.buzzfeed.com/summeranne/real-life-fox-and-the-hound-best-friends-will-melt-your-hear

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    • Thank you Ryan.
      🙂

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      • No problem! I love foxes, thus my naming that poem I shared that you liked last week “Out-Foxing Scientists of Rockets”, out of all the animal references in the poem…

        The canine family in general, especially wolves, are my favorite animals. Wolves were the main feature in the Christmas In Yellowstone documentary I shared a clip from. One of the wolf packs documented in the film, were kept track of by researchers as the “Druids”, which is also partly why I go by fergusandthedruid, which I’ve never told anyone ’til now on here as there’s never been a point in doing so, so you’re the first to know the so-called “secret” 😛 I haven’t seen the film in a couple years, but I’ve seen it several times, and may see it again soon.

        Watching wolves at Yellowstone in person is on my bucket list, and I’d be more than happy to see some foxes and coyotes in person as well!

        There is apparently a Wolf Sanctuary within driving distance from where I live, that I’ve always wanted to go to, but haven’t as of yet. I’m in love with a woman who lives very far away, and after I heard about the sanctuary from my brother, it’s been a place I’ve wanted to go with her…

        Gosh, I guess I am opening up and being vulnerable, because of this quote:

        “Those who have suffered understand suffering and therefore extend their hand.”
        – Patti Smith

        I guess people like us are the best kinds of friends to people like us, even though we have suffered in different ways.

        I wrote the poem below on November 21, 2007 (Wednesday) about the woman and I, that she commented on saying “Wow”, to which I explained that I was the lone lobo, to which she responded saying she picked up on that, and so I knew she must have understood as well my confusion over her mixed signals… I had realized I’d fallen in love with her exactly two months to the day before I wrote the poem, on my birthday, when I turned 21. my blogsite, http://www.21shadesofblue.com is partially a homage to that, and the poem it’s named after, which expresses there being a long waiting period for love to warm and thaw me from waiting under a tree through winter for love. She still sends mixed signals to this day, as she’s been doing for 7 years, and I am still very much suffering the lone wolf life with things how they are…

        Sea Wolf came out with a song called “You’re A Wolf” a couple months before I wrote the poem (4 days after I realized I was in love with her), that seems like it could have inspired the poem, especially as the guy wearing the wolf mask in the video is Brian Aubert of the Silversun Pickups, a guy who I wore my hair and beard like on purpose for the past several years, but ironically I only found out about Sea Wolf and the Silversun Pickups a couple years ago.

        Now you know me a little better friend 🙂

        “A Horrible Howl in a Winter Wonderland”
        By Ry Hakari

        Look, a timid and aloof timber wolf
        Pacing in an old-growth forest in pain
        And confusion in some New York snow
        He must have migrated there on his own
        As an outcast of an overcrowded pack

        Look, a lone lobo lost in his thoughts
        Surrounded by his own paw’s prints
        And evergreens everywhere he turns
        He’s obviously amazed at all the prey
        But with no mate his hunt has no thrill

        Look, a heartsick loveless young blood
        Choking on the dry and cold night air
        Hoarse from always baying at the moon
        Confused by the cruel return of the wind
        His lonesome cry is the only howl he hears

        Look, the sad nomad can no longer sing
        Sapped of strength and his spirit weakened
        He crawled into his bed of snow and needles
        Having already found the loneliest place
        Then froze to death slowly in his sleep

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      • Ryan,
        I am so happy that you shared your heart here. Please know you can do so anytime you like. I know your “winter” with your lady love, I’ve been there. It is a hard place to be. Your pen name and it’s origin is very cool. Thanks for letting us in on your secret. 😉 I have diamonds on my site because my children and I are just that. Diamonds in the rough. We’ve been though a lot and it’s a reminder of what we are and will be flaws and all.
        And the poem is breathtaking. I love it.
        I’ll have to put that song in my playlist. I’ve never heard it before.
        Thank you friend. 🙂

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  4. aahhh, you miss us… 😉 we miss u too!

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  5. Will go have a look – take care. Jen

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