So, the black wolf is back this morning. I see him across the meadow on the other side of the pond. I want to strut my wolf-self over there, but I realize that if I do that he will run. Instead, I sit down on my haunches. I know he sees me. Hell he is staring right at me. I am beautiful in my wolf body, but it is not the body that is mine and so I drop back into my human form, stretch and curl naked in the grass like a fawn. If he is going to come, let him come. I will not play the pursuit game with him. I lie there very still, hoping he will approach, close my eyes and relax into a drowsy state. His footfalls are silent in the grass and it isn't until i feel his furry wolf-ness at my back that I know he is there at all. There is a warmth and a strength that flows from him like water, that surrounds me and holds me. Then the unexpected happens. The black wolf drops his wolf form and adapts a human one. He lies down at my back, arms around me there in the grass. That Pandora thinking gets the better of me. I want to see his human face. I roll over, but his face is shrouded from my eyes. This does not alarm me. It is just not for me to know now. I sigh accepting that and roll back over in his human arms. Content. I have used the shaman's journey as a tool for many things - mostly my own healing. But I have never met another person there, someone like me, questing for their own knowledge. This one intrigues me. Powerfully. And I wonder what this person brings and when I will meet him in ordinary reality. Until then patiently waiting. |
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