Hi Helen, Reka, Cathy, and everyone,

So good to read your words...to bask in the energy.

I remember reading Women Who Run with the Wolves when I was going through my divorce (over twenty years ago, yikes). At the time I was living with two wolf dogs: Sierra and Ravenwolf. We had what I called Sing Fests on the full moon. We would go outside and I would tilt my head back with Sierra and Raven and we'd sing to the moon together. Sierra was a white wolf and her illumination under a full moon was etheric. She had an almost operatic voice, with incredible range, while Raven and I were more in the lower registers of bass and alto :-)

They taught me a lot about what it is to be wild, that pull of expression, unencumbered. I remember one winter when we had a full moon snow. I went out with the wolves to walk in the falling snow. The horses had been down in a lower pasture at the spring pond, and they started to move. The wolves ran out to them and started to run with them. Sounds of hooves on snow, the tempo of horse breaths, and then Sierra and Raven running alongside the galloping herd, horses and wolves in easy strides together across the ground, the sheer joy of running as the snow fell under the moon's illumination.

I felt myself leap from my body, my soul flying with the running wolves and galloping horses. Snow in my face but I couldn't feel it, it was a kind of an exhilarating release of formlessness yet consciousness.

Thank you for reminding me of the gifts these wonderful wolf beings gave me.

love, tigger