I loved these little guys.
I collected ceramic raccoon figures.
I drew raccoons.
I painted raccoons.
They were mischievous rascals. Cute and cuddly critters. (I didn’t know about rabies back then.)
They wore furry black masks like they had something to hide. Or were ready to knock over a liquor store.
I never made the connection until recently. That I was the raccoon hiding behind my mask.
Raccoons don’t hold the same appeal for me these days.
I found this little guy in a box of stuff that my mom had given to me. He had been affixed to my bedroom door in my parents’ house for many years, guarding against ghosts and kidnappers and a little brother.
I think about getting rid of him but can’t seem to do so.
I look up raccoon totem and this is what I find:
Masks are one of the tools of transformation.
It helps us to change what we are into what we want to be.
Raccoons also teach you how to put asleep the part of you that is not needed
and awaken the aspect of yourself that is.
I will place my raccoon friend on my closet door as a reminder. A reminder of change and growth, of new beginnings and being who I was always meant to be.