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Thursday, November 20, 2008

Of Men, Women and Wolves


"I am one of the searchers. There are, I believe, millions of us. We are not unhappy, but neither are we really content. We continue to explore life, hoping to uncover its ultimate secret. We continue to explore ourselves, hoping to understand. We like to walk along the beach, we are drawn by the ocean, taken by its power, its unceasing motion, its mystery and unspeakable beauty. We like forests and mountains, deserts and hidden rivers, and the lonely cities as well. Our sadness is as much a part of our lives as is our laughter. To share our sadness with one we love is perhaps as great a joy as we can know— unless it be to share our laughter. We searchers are ambitious only for life itself, for everything beautiful it can provide. Most of all we love and want to be loved. We want to live in a relationship that will not impede our wandering, nor prevent our search, nor lock us in prison walls; that will take us for what little we have to give. We do not want to prove ourselves to another or compete for love. For wanderers, dreamers, and lovers, for lonely men and women who dare to ask of life everything good and beautiful. It is for those who are too gentle to live among wolves."



—from There Are Men Too Gentle to Live Among Wolves, by James Kavanaugh





The above is from Danielle Marie's beautiful post for LK's Day of Sharing

http://myhiddenmuse.blogspot.com/2008/11/day-of-sharing-words.html



I do empathise with the notion of being too gentle to run with wolves, but I wouldn't exchange that exhilarating experience for the world.



Women Who Run with Wolves by Clarissa Pinkola Estes is a book I reread often. It's there I first met Skeleton Woman with her drumming heart. It's filled with stories, myths and cautionary tales. Little Red Riding Hood is one of my fave fairy tales. I kind of felt sorry for the wolf just doing what wolves do. Red was just doing what girls do, blabbing to a big, bad wolf. It rarely ends well.

I've done my share of running with wolves. Whether this makes me more or less gentle I can't say. That chill winter wind is blowing through New York, echoing the past, whispering the future. I'm in the now. I hear the howling outside my window, the pack is ready for it's snowy run. This time I'm staying in the den. Warm and cozy, I'll dream and rest and save my strength for my next adventure, which is right around the corner. There's a time for action and a time for planning. But it is tempting--just listen to them howl.



Don't you just love Warren Zevon?
Engraving of loup-garou, noting implements effective against vampires were useless against our werewolf. Where are those silver bullets when we need them?

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