As I stir in my cozy bed, the light gently shines through my window, I slowly open my eyes and begin to stretch...I feel stiffness in my body and run my hand over the wounds on my skin... I begin to remember what happened...
I had packed my basket with excitement for adventure, wonder and thoughts of colorful experiences.
I put on my red cloak of my mamas unconditional love and set off on my journey... My mama was too afraid of the woods... And I wasn't cautious enough. I walked the path I was making for myself and I saw the light in the distance... But my attention was quickly distracted by the beauty & diversity of the woods... I focused so much on the adventure that I didn't see the wolves... And when I finally saw them they were too close to see them clearly, I saw only the beauty of their wild spirit and ignored their nature. They could be loving and they could be charismatic but when the tough times came... First the growl, then teeth bare, and claws come out...
How could I believe my love would change who they truly were? And should i even want to? I can't expect a wolf not to eat my flesh when flesh is what he eats... And as i look at my reflection I see the wolf in my own eyes. That the deepest wounds are the ones I've torn open myself. I know my greatest weaknesses and where to really sink my teeth.
I am grateful for the wolves both inside and out, and the lessons I have learned. Wolves have purpose, I can take the gifts of the cuts and let them heal instead of reopening and keeping them open... The healing can leave scars of beauty ... The beauty of knowing I am courageous, remembering I am strong and loving, soft and fierce, intuitive and teachable. The woods are beautiful and exciting, but now I have the ability to be scared and brave and move forward anyway. My wolf won't trip me up because I see more clearly my worth, I make my weaknesses my strengths, and walk more balanced on my path.
