The holwling of the wolves after dusk on a cold, Canadian night sends chills up and down my spine. The opening of the cloudless night sky twinkles its mystery causing me to gaze in wonder. I wonder what it would be like to gaze down on Earth from up above to down below- blue, green- Earth. And to gaze back up, mid-howl, as a grey wolf imagining the Great Wolf looking down on me, blessing me, blessing each howl, wind movement of breath and air and fire- Earth, what a blessed place it is consumed, enraptured walking, running, gazing, and gracing its earthy paradise, howling at the moon sister brother hear me now Night sky alive in each moment gathering starlight and sending it forth out into the Unknown, known to all Known to some, known
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