Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer

Be Forewarned, I am a Fey and Quixotic Creative Writer
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Monday, March 30, 2015

The Amazing Woodchuck: In Art and in Reality

The spirit of the Woodchuck or Groundhog is asking to be recognized.  This little animal is considered to be a pest to farmers and gardeners.  My father Fred has said that all creatures have a right to exist.  When I went to William Smith college in the eighties  I heard the term "speciesist".  Everyone knows that it is morally wrong to be racist, but not all consider being a speciesist a character flaw.  A speciesist woud believe that some animals are superior and worthwhile and that other animals can be cruelly disregarded by slaughter.

Mr. woodchuck is insulted that the humans in upstate New York use the term "woodchuck" to describe an uncultured rural person, the practice of which combines racism and speciesism.  During my years on the dairy farm my ex husband would insert smoke bombs into their dens and eliminate them.

When I was a little girl in elementary school one of my friends kept a baby woodchuck in his dresser drawer.  I imagine that he eventually freed it.  I had a dog, Jenny and she loved to hunt and kill woodchucks.  I am most sorry that you suffered, my little friend.

The ground hog or woodchuck with its tunnels and dens, is very much  one with the earth.  I see in the woodchuck a spirit that while being aggressive,  it very loyal to its family.  They whistle warnings to each other.  I have been conscious of wood chucks for 50 years and I only just learned that they are able to climb trees.

The ground hog, here in America actually has a holiday named after it- Ground hogs day.  Robert Frost wrote a poem, A Drumlin Woodchuck and there is also a movie, "Gound hogs day".  The Woodchuck has secularized Candlemas.  Candlemas is the holy day which commemorates Jesus being presented at the Temple with an offering of two doves as a baby. It also is the midpoint of winter.



This is my spirit woodchuck (fetish) out in my backyard. 


When my son was a high school student driving to school ever day he used to watch a mother and child wood chuck.  Sadly, they were both killed on the road.  He does not recall how he appreciated them once upon a time  I did this portrait a year ago out of paint and material.  (These look a little like bears)  I memorialized them..  Wood chucks Rule!


In my fantasy world were I am Earth Mother- Forest Queen I choose the Woodchuck to be part of my court.



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