I stepped out of my narrowboat to be greeted by the beautiful wolf moon, her light reflected on the surface of the river.
There’s a duality to this energy, the comfort of lone wolf energy, an energy learnt through tough life experiences and failed connections that threatened to destroy the soul’s light. But then opposing this, the lone wolf feeling the soulful urge to reconnect, to howl at the moon, to cry the cry of her people so that they may find her.
There’s a melancholy here, the soul tries to muffle her cry, she is fearful of “what if”
The moon gazes down on her reflecting her choices in the emotional depths of the river and gently says, “what if you miss out on the best opportunity of your life because you continued to allow fear to take over and allowed yourself to remain small and silent?”
She gazed into the waters expecting to see nothing but murkiness but instead she was greeted by crystal clear waters where clarity and hope was shimmering on the surface. She gazed deeper and there below the surface she glimpsed “a promise”
She looked back up at the moon, smiling now.
She grounded her feet firmly on the earth, straightened herself, shoulders back, head raised upwards, she breathed in deeply, her breath felt like eternity and then a guttural primal sound unheard in her lifetime left her inner being.
She was howling at the moon, she was energetically imprinting the air, earth, water and her inner fire with her energetic scent.
When she was all out of breath she fell exhausted to the ground, it was cold, frosty and crunchy beneath her and yet it felt energising.
The moon looked down upon her once more and said, “they will come, your people will come, they will find you now”
She lay there still a moment longer and as the moonlight began her descent to make way for the rays of the rising sun she heard them, their sound carried towards her on a gentle breeze
“I’m here” she answered
“I’m here”…
indeed she was.
Her return to self had been arduous and equally tortuous but she is here and her people, her village, her pack, they are coming.
They hear her call.
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