Lynx

I've been meditating on lynx, as I often do... what is she/it? Is she me, am I lynx? Am I but a human vessel for the spirit of a lynx who lived and died? Am I tuned into the archetypal Lynx, the source of Lynx Medicine? Am I possessed or haunted by a lynx? Is she a totem or guiding/guardian animal? Is lynx a part of my subconscious?

The truth? It's all of the above.
Confused?
No need to be.
Lynx is life. My life. Life is rife with contradictions, questions, faith, hope, confusion, mirth, uncertainty, melancholy, inspiration, fear, rage, and love. All of this is lynx to me.
What proof do I have that lynx isn't some grand delusion, a coping mechanism? Simple. I don't. This doesn't disturb me or make me feel foolish. I'm open to all of the angles.
I love this ambiguous, amorphous lynx that I am, regardless of the definition of it.