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FOR WOLVES

Today, the wolf represents all that which is wild and free. They call us to the last retreats of our vanishing wilderness, where their songs carry on the wind, a wild defiant sorrow.

Roaming where few men dare, wolves pierce the silence with their powerful song. The howl begins low and melodious. The sound is lonely, haunting, surreal; as if the voices of our ancestors were howling through the canyons.

Soon, the ridges resound with the chorus of a wolf pack on the prowl. Then, as the last note descends, it is quiet, as the winds whisper like spirits of ancient times.

Remember that sound and treasure it. It is as old as time, wild as the wind and as poetic as moonlight on snow. It is the trademark of the wolf.

The Spirit of Women

A healthy woman is much like a wolf, strong life force, life-giving, territorily aware, intuitive and loyal. Yet seperation from her wildish nature causes a woman to become meager, anxious, and fearful.

The wild nature carries the medicine for all things. She carries stories, dreams, words and songs. She carries everything a woman needs to be and know. She is the essence of the female soul...

With the wild nature as ally and teacher, we see not through two eyes only, but through the many eyes of intuition. With intuition we are like the starry night, we gaze at the world through a thousand eyes.

The Dance of Death

There is an unspoken conversation with death between the wolf and it's prey. The outcome of the hunt is usually settled in the first moment, the moment of eye contact between the animals. This encounter is the conversation of death, the dance of death between predator and prey.

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About me

I am not new to VR. I do have another profile.
This is just another side of me, connecting my love of wolves, running, and my American Indian heritage.

...My great grandmother was of the Seneca tribe

...I love running. I love the freedom, the intensity, the drive it takes....I love the "spirit" of the run

...the nature of wolves/werewolves fits me well...loving to run and play, the instinct of the hunt, the close bond of the wolfpack family....where would I fall in the wolf hierarchy you ask? Dominant, submissive, omega?? *grins...I'll just leave you to ponder on that

A little History

My great great grandmother was of the Seneca tribe in Canada. The Seneca tribe originated from New York and has migrated to different areas, including Canada.

The Seneca call themselves Onondowahgah, which means the People of the Great Hill. The name refers to the Seneca's belief that they emerged into this world from under South Hill, which is located near Canandaigua Lake in what is now New York State.

The Onondowahgah have eight clans. The eight clans are Turtle, Bear, Wolf, Beaver, Snipe, Heron, Deer, and Hawk. The Haudenosaunee are matrilineal, which means that the clans are passed down from one's mother.

One of the Seneca's most important leaders was a man named "Red Jacket"; he was a great orator, and left us with many memorable quotes such as "Most powerful is he who has himself in his own power. The sun also shines on the wicked.", and "It is another's fault if he be ungrateful; ."but it is mine if I do not give."

AND WHAT OF LOVE?

I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times,
In life after life, in age after age forever.
My spell-bound heart has made and re-made the necklace of songs
That you take as a gift, wear round your neck in your many forms
In life after life, in age after age forever.

Whenever I hear old chronicles of love, its age-old pain,
Its ancient tale of being apart or together,
As I stare on and on into the past, in the end you emerge
Clad in the light of a pole-star piercing the darkness of time:
You become an image of what is remembered forever.

You and I have floated here on the stream that brings from the fount
At the heart of time love of one for another.
We have played alongside millions of lovers, shared in the same
Shy sweetness of meeting, the same distressful tears of farewell-
Old love, but in shapes that renew and renew forever.

Today it is heaped at your feet, it has found its end in you,
The love of all man's days both past and forever:
Universal joy, universal sorrow, universal life,
The memories of all loves merging with this one love of ours-
And the songs of every poet past and forever.

Thank you for taking this little journey with me and feel free to stop by anytime

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