There are foxes in the garden now,
Purple, Spotted, and full of Cunning
Offering up wildness,
with their lolling tongues, and blood-spattered teeth.
They dance and bow in the wind;
The She-Fox is coming-
With Her sly grin and the gleam of fire in Her eyes-
She stole the milk from the moon,
and honey from sun,
And now she speaks with madness and sweetness
about magic, and ecstasy, and the stars…
The She Fox
When I saw the foxgloves in the garden, I knew the Pink Fox was coming, she is the She-Trickster, the cousin of the Jackal, and sister to Reynard, full of mischief and cunning. I began to draw her in pen strokes and coloured her with roses and foxgloves and a sparkle in her eyes. She chased the rabbit to the moon and then stole some milk, and when the cold overstayed its welcome, she went to the sun, and stole the warming honey-the fire of gods- and brought it down, bringing sweetness for the bees and the birds to dine upon.
I lay down the last egg, and offer up milk, honey and some lavender spirits for Pink Fox. To Anubis I offer up my own self. I have dried some flowers from the foxglove, and start to carve my stang. I sing songs of sweet spring, and the beginning of the summer. I hum and dance and get taken up by sweet ecstasy. This is the Story Teller’s Moon and the Fox and the Jackal share tales of trickery, the wild, and the otherside.
I play with shadows and my cards, and draw The Empress, she is the bounty that the Pink Fox brings. There is always hope, always creation, when stories are told. When new myths are explored, new pathways are taken and we are able to grow and evolve, rather than stagnate in a mucky pool of overused tropes and myths that modern paganism seems to love so much.
I grew up on Fairy Tales and Faeries Tails and love the primal, instinctive and intuitive power that they hold. They awaken the psyche and can help us to explore our lost selves. Folk tales and folklore are also great teachers for witchcraft, shamanism and the exploration of magic and divination. Estes says that, “stories are medicine”, and with this, I wholeheartedly agree. Stories can heal, they can re-animate the dead, they can fill our cups and our bowls with fruit and wine and friendship. Stories can be written, or spoken, or sung, or danced, or painted, but in whatever form they are made, they have untold power.
The Fox’s Tale is old, and told in many cultures, the fox is cunning, fast, sly and mischievous, but always wild and filled with magic and wisdom. The Fox is a guide and liminal being, a traveler across the hedge, and can help us to access both the upper and lower worlds when invoked and called upon for hedge-riding. As the Fox is associated with liminal spaces and invisibility, it can help us to access the knowledge of Faery and the invisible realms.
The Pink Fox is a spirit of the Land and of the Fae, She is flower and blood and teeth, and conjured from the depths of purple and pink seen in the first erect brush of the Foxglove in the garden.
Digitalis purpurea , also known as witches gloves, dead mens bells, and fairy thimbles, is a plant associated with the Fae and the Fox within folklore. Foxes were said to wear the bells of the Foxglove on their paws as gloves. Foxglove is considered a herb of the underworld and initiation and according to lore is a herb attended to by spirits of misfortune and misery, it’s root being nourished by rotting bones. Foxglove has been noted as an ingredient in the Witches flying ointment and the extracted juice can be used to charm items for protection against fairies while travelling through their land. An infusion made of the flowers, used as a wash will being the home a joyful energy.
Foxglove is highly poisonous and should be grown and gathered with care. The Foxglove is particularly effective when working fairy magic or with the Spirit of the Fox, with all of its Saturnine cunning and power.
The Fox is a spirit of wilderness and is a powerful ally when it comes to reclaiming our wild, mad nature. As the Fox Woman and The Pink fox, she helps us reclaim our own stories, digging deep into folkore and mythology, and seeing how it is carved in our own lands and regions. As the wilderness and the wild become stifled, built-over, and destroyed by humankind, we lose our own wildness and the dark and the deep become scary places which we either never explore, or attempt to eradicate by any means necessary.
“It is not so coincidental that wolves and coyotes, bears and wildish women have similar reputations. They all share related instinctual archetypes, and as such, both are erroneously reputed to be ingracious, wholly and innately dangerous, and ravenous.”
– Clarissa Pinkola Estes- Women Who Run With The Wolves
When the land is torn asunder, and we have lost hope, The Pink Fox will come. When the cold threatens to keep us locked in our shells and our bones, The Pink Fox will come. When the Witch sings songs of sadness and loss for the land, and her kith and kin, The pink fox will come. She will come because she is Wild-Woman. She will come, because she is full of Cunning or “Kenning” and the knowing of the deep nature of things. She urges us to explore the wild, to explore the small intricacies of the garden and the land around us, the way we would her fur. She implores us to rekindle the wild, and passionate flame, like the honey she steals from the sun. She urges us to tell stories, to make myths, to create, to paint and to dance.
Recommended Reading and Resources:
-Women who Run With the Wolves- Clarissa Pinkola Estes
-The Poetry of Ted Hughes (New Selected Poems 1957-1994)
-Moon Phase Atrology- Raven Kaldera
-Animal Speak- Ted Andrews
-The Druid Animal Oracle- Philip and Stephanie Carr-Gomm
-The Element Encyclopedia of Witchcraft- Judika Illes
– Viradarium Umbris- Daniel Schulke
-A Compendium of Herbal magic- Paul Beyerl
*The Pink Fox is my personal exploration of modern folklore and mythology, based on older tales of the Fox as the cunning trickster and the being who stole fire from the gods.