So Why Pandas?

It’s quite simple actually.

I was at the Washing DC zoo in 2014 the first time I saw a panda in person. The moment I saw the panda I knew it was love, so I guess love at first sight is a real thing. And no not a romantic love, weirdos. It was an admiration. This panda was the most chill animal I had ever seen. It was just sitting down chomping on some bamboo with no worries in the world. I thought this was the coolest animal ever. And pandas look awesome too.

I’m not the biggest fans of zoos because it seems like a prison for some animals but there are some rescue and rehab zoos that do help animals.

Ken Thompson Panda coacht.blog

Picture I took of the Panda that changed my life

I love all animals but pandas are my people. If I were an animal I would definitely be a panda.

Or is this just to hide the fact that I joined the illuminati? …

What animal would you be?

4 thoughts on “So Why Pandas?

  1. Hello Panda! Glad you have found your unique and bamboo-crunching persona.
    As for me, I started off as a North American Porcupine, gifted to me by a therapist. Years later I encountered my ‘power animal’ among the meadow flowers, at a shamanic dance event. He was – and still is – a European Brown Hare.
    A few months later, at a similar event, I also found a wolf cub curled up, sleeping, at my feet.
    Are any of you familiar with Philip Pullman’s descriptions (in the series of books ‘His Dark Materials’ ) of ‘daemons’? Mine is a bright iridescent dragonfly.
    Now, what /plants/ have any of us identified with? And why?

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    • Hello North American Porcupine! It’s cool you have multiple animals representing yourself.
      I am not familiar with Philip’s descriptions but this sounds like something I am going to check out now!
      I also haven’t thought about what plant I relate to but I am going to look into that too.
      Very interesting stuff. Thanks for sharing!

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