Naturally, ten seconds after finding this out, I had my palms out and ready. Going over them, she said I had "water hands" (very creative), and that my friends were very important to me.
Given that I had driven six hours to see my friends at a writer's meeting, a skeptic might suggest that it wasn't just my palms that gave her these clues. But let us put these spurious claims aside for a moment, and accept that this was all in good fun. Long life, health, heartache... she went through all of these, but what I wanted to know was my spirit animal. What apparition would appear to me in a feverous dream some day, to share its wisdom with me?
"A lizard," she said. "A really big lizard."
Huh. Well, I guess we can't all be dragons, I said.
"Actually, I am."
Huh. Well, maybe it's something like a crocodile, I said.
"No, that's a reptile, but it's not a lizard."
Huh. Well, I guess iguanas have their charm. I guess.
I thanked her, and rejoined the party, now secure in the knowledge that I had a lizard spirit watching over me. Or maybe it was just sleeping on a warm metaphysical rock. The conversation turned to other things, but as we were discussing trips to Drumheller, a wonderful thought occurred to me. I turned to a nearby friend.
"So, tell me," I asked, "What does "dinosaur" mean in Latin?"
"Well, isn't it something like thunder liz-" and she stopped, suddenly aware of what that meant.
Oh yes: that's EXACTLY what it means. Have I mentioned the mascot for my writing region yet?

I think it means something.
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