A lot of my personal writing is journal writing and it’s all so very serious! Deep topics, frustrated arenas, disappointments, sometimes gratitudes and elevating dreams, vision questing and existential “whys.”
There is a place for everything…however, on one particular day last summer, something happened that left me in a state of AWE.
Driving around a curve in a well-traveled road, I spied a wolf crossing the road
with prey in his mouth. I’ve seen a wolf once before…but never where I live. In fact, a pack of Gray Wolves has recently (in the past few years) crossed back into northern California. Exciting, right. It took my mind a moment to register “WOLF!” And then, when it did, realizing that I was safely in my car, I pulled over. There was not the adrenaline rush of fear and escape. It was more excitement and curiosity. He wasn’t in any hurry…he had crossed the road safely and was descending the adjacent slope. I got out of the car and ran around the side to watch him for a ways before he disappeared into the brush.
Wow! What a special gift…to see a wolf. Not many people can claim that one.
Ever since, I’ve been painting wolf women and women with wolves. I might look into the meaning of wolf in Ted Andrews book, Animal Speak. Or I might just marvel at my good luck in safely encountering a wolf! The experience did touch my own wild nature.
Or, I could paint them and PLAY in this odd lair of my own creation.
Is there some rare occurrence in your life that you’d like to write about? Or draw or paint?