Dream Wolf
When I close my eyes and sleep, I dream a recurring dream, I dream I am a wolf. The dream takes me places I never thought I even knew or understood before. In the dream, it seems so real. I can feel, sense, taste, move, do things differently. I feel the wind on my hide, know the companionship of my pack, feel their love and security by my side. We move together, sometimes as one, to hunt, other times as frolicking pups. The joyousness of reunion if we separate for food foraging or hunting. I can feel their genuine love for me, as a wolf, against my muzzle and hide. Rubbing against each other to mix scent with scent. Wolf to wolf, family, pack, unity. I feel so strong, so protected. Yet somehow supremely intelligent too. All of nature speaks to us, the vibration of the rivers water as we drink, the call of the bald Eagle over head, the lull of the wind in the trees. All of natured speaks to us, for us, with us. We are one. I wake from this dream saddened to return to this life, wishing I could remain a wolf.
By Roxanne