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  • When I moved to the city from the wilderness, I became lonely for creatures, the kind of close contact I had in the mountains. So I purchased an egg case of praying mantises, and was delighted when they hatched. At first there were about a hundred mantis babies, and then less and less each day. Finally I was down to my last mantis, and luckily he stayed for three months. He meandered among my patio plants so everyday when I sat outside I had to hunt for him. He was great at blending into my small porch forest.

    One day I couldn't find him, and searched and searched. Finally, sad to think he might have left me, I looked around the outdoor walls, and discovered him imitating a coated wire attached to my building! I saw that like me, he was learning to adapt to living in the city, being creative despite having less wilderness than he needed. I understood that like mantis, as a shaman, I must shape-shift to fit into my strange city life.
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