Sunday, December 05, 2010

Dancing the Wolf

Dreaming of wolves again (my shamanic animal). Two wolves this time, one baby wolf, white, one mother wolf, tawny. The mother pulls me in with one paw, one sharp powerful pull toward her and the babe-wolf. I take it as a necessary shift in perspective, one in line perhaps with the near completion of my Master's degree, and the parallels of change with regard to aging and starting anew. What paths will the wolf lead me on through the forest this time? Or, might it be time to become the wolf, and lead myself.


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