A Wolf Speak's

Wolves have entered our subconscious. They're on the TV, the Net. It's more than politics. I think these majestic, beautiful animals are trying to convey a message. The wolf as an animal totem represents: guardianship, ritual, loyalty and spirit. The book, Animal Speak by Ted Andrews mentions that wolf medicine teaches us to hear the inner and guard from inappropriate actions. Andrews cites, "It will guard you as it teaches you, sometimes strongly and sometimes gently with love." The book goes onto to say that when wolf shows up, "It's time to breath new life into your life rituals." 

The wolf came to me in my sleep. Silver, white fur, blue penetrating eyes. I held its paw. The covers on my bed fell to the floor. It curled up next to me. "Sleep, worried one."

Nations warred. Cycles rotated. Explosions, fires, then flooding, washing away. And the wolf howled in the dream within the dream. I petted the crown of its head. It breathed on me; cold, snow, pine. "You must still sleep."

I rested on the warmth of its belly and slept for days, lulled by the wolf's breath, the beating of rain on my roof. And soon his paw began to tap. And music, music, like nothing I'd ever heard filled the room. He said, "It's the new year."

I stood up, remembering it'd been 2008 when I'd first crawled into bed.  

"Who's president?"

He said, "There is harmony and peace."

"But who won?"

"Such terms are for dreams."

"But the war came, didn't?"

"Yes, and in your dream it cycled out and now the other is here."

"Other?"

"Listen, my child, to the music."

And with that the wolf scampered off my bed, and I opened the door, and squinted from the bright sunlight. The wolf leapt out the door and squirrels, birds and too many forest animals to count, all congregated in symphonic melodies. And a feeling of warmth washed over me and I waited for the people to come outside, but they didn't, not at first. So I followed the wolf's tracks until they led me to the base of an old Redwood tree. I climbed up it and sat on a tree limb. I swayed my legs, listening for his howl. It grew fainter and fainter as the sound of people laughing filled my ears, and, "This, this is 2012," they said.