Thinking about the wolves again. They are a fascinating animals to study by the way.
Thought number one ~ "He, who cannot howl, will not find his pack," said Charles Simic
Now what the heck does that mean exactly? It feels like such a powerful concept and statement doesn't it? Have I found my pack - where I belong? Does it mean you have to really learn to be yourself and then be yourself, before you can find your pack?
Thought number two, from the book "Women Who Run With the Wolves," by Charissa Estes ~
"This is something the wolves know all about. When an intruder appears, wolves may growl, bark, or even bite the interloper, but also they may, from a good distance, draw back into their group and sit together as a family would.
They just will sit there and breath together in sync. Their rib cages go in an out, up and down. They are 'focusing' on themselves, 're-grounding' themselves, 'returning to the center' of themselves and deciding just 'what is critical', 'what to do next'. They’re deciding they’re “not going to do anything right now, they're just going to sit there and breathe, just gonna rock together.” To take a breath causes one to feel one’s emotion, so when we wish not to feel, we hold our breathe instead.
I guess there is a time to howl and a time to refrain from howling - and then I suppose you must have the wisdom to know when a stranger appears as to whether you should howl or breath?
Weird thoughts today...