Of course! I'M A UNICORN! duh.

The other day I was listening to Sylvia Browne describe Father God as being able to appear in human-like form only for brief moments, as he is too powerful to hold this form for very long. I thought about that for awhile. Although I'm a true fan of Sylvia's, I always leave room for skepticism...afterall, she's human, too. But this idea intrigued me. I imagine it'd be a bit like compacting all my energy into a body the size of a flea. That WOULD be hard to hold...
As I was pondering this, I suddenly got the urge to let go of my own 5'2" human form. I imagined what a relief it would be. Which brought my thoughts back to a subject that's held my attention for several weeks now: Incarnated angels, elementals, etc...
This idea rang true for me the moment I was introduced to it. I immediately ran out and bought Doreen Virtue's book, but darn it all, my own identity remained a mystery. I fit into so many categories! I love the ocean like a mermaid, but I could never live without trees, and brooks, and mossy rocks. I've got a little pot belly like a leprechaun, but I never play pranks on people! I'm really good at creating rules and structure for the kids I teach the arts to, but I detest having them for myself: Not very angelic.
I've found it's easy to see other's true identities;
I'm married to a merman, with an incarnated dragon for a son, and a leprechaun for a father.
I'm currently directing a mermaid at work, and one of my best friends is a leprechaun, too. Isn't this always the way? It's that old story about the origin of the bindi: We can only discover ourselves through the eyes of those around us. I don't buy into that completely, but it does seem to hold some truth in this case.
~sigh~
After much consideration, I determined myself to be an incarnated elemental. I can 'feel' trees. I tell stories, puppeteer, act, sing, create, and teach. I'm comical, and witty, and prize laughter above all! I need to interact with others, and then have complete solitude. I have always been perplexed at my earthly inability to charm wild animals into lettimg me pet them. (Although one time I did capture the full attention of a barn mouse by singing to it.)
But which one? Which specific elemental am I?
I considered my body:
I'm 5'2" tall with long, slender hands and (very sensitive) feet. I've got strong bone structure in my jaw and face, a strong back and shoulders, big brown eyes, and I prefer my hair long. My favorite footwear are boots and clogs, because even though they're clunky, they feel solid and I like the sound of my own footsteps.
(You'd think that last fact would've clued me in, but, no.)
I went to bed one night, my mind all a-muddle, consumed with this identity crisis of spirit. Slowly, I started to unwind. And just as I gave up on it, the answer came. My entire body flushed with the realization of it:
Of course! I'M A UNICORN! duh.
Apart from the pretty obvious facts listed above, I have collected various unicorn art since I was a child, but I've always been extremely picky about it...no blacklight velvet paintings for me, thank you. When I was 25, a small spot perfectly positioned itself on the middle of my forehead, and stayed until I had it lazered away. But perhaps most telling of all is a dream I had many years ago. Let me say, it was THE most beautiful dream I have ever had.
I dreamt I was walking over a snowy field, and came upon an island of willow trees. As I parted the icy curtain of leafy branches, I saw a frozen stream encircling the frozen enclosure of trees. Upon this stream were two white swans, gliding on the ice, and two white unicorns, there heads bent as if to drink. It was as if the ice and snow were only true to my eyes. As I took in this vision, I was overcome with the feeling of remembrance and recognition. With my whole being I thought, "Oh! This is mine!" The unicorns raised their heads, and looked at me. The excitement of the moment shook me awake. Try as I might, I couldn't fall back asleep and return to it. But I remembered it. 20 years later, I still remember it. And I'm pretty darn sure my horn is silvery.