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Wisdom: The Wolf Myths
By
Julia Griffin
The
first time I met Juno, a black female
wolf with a golden mask, I knew
that she could see into my soul.
I was surprised because I could
hear her thoughts, just as clearly
as I can hear words and speech from
humans. As time passed, Juno and
Lobo, a male wolf, began to tell
me the stories that became The Wolf
Myths. They came in both words and
pictures.
It
was easiest for me to transcribe
the myths when I was actually with
the wolves. I could feel if the
words I had chosen were right or
not. I loved to lie with the wolves
on the earth in the spring and summer
dusk, and as I spent more time with
them, my ability to communicate
rapidly increased. I almost preferred
their company to humans. They lived
in perfect harmony with nature;
they did not take more than they
needed; they shared with one another;
and there was a reckless beauty
in their ruthlessness.
I
was changed by my time spent with
the wolves. I recovered a sense
of joy and health. It was one of
the happiest times of my life, but
all things on Earth have an ending.
The life of a wolf is short. Juno
and Lobo are dead, but their stories
still live. I often dream that I
am running with the wolves or lying
with them beneath the trees in the
half-light, and I wonder at their
stories and the way in which I received
them.
“The
Power of the Wind”
is one of a series of ten stories
that make up The Wolf Myths
and tells of the discovery of music.
THE
POWER OF THE WIND
Toward
the end of the first cold time,
after Wolf had taught Man to hunt,
he came upon a foreleg of a deer.
The sun sparkled on it, as it lay
white and glistening on the snow.
Man picked up the bone. It was empty
and hollow. Wolf had chewed the
marrow from the bone.
Man
thought of Deer, and he could see
her warm, dark eyes and golden coat.
He felt sorrow as he thought of
her sacrifice so that he could live
through the winter. Tears ran from
his eyes and down his cheeks. As
he raised his hand to wipe away
the tears, the wind began to gust,
blowing sharply against Man and
frightening him, for he was easily
lost in the melting snow. The wind
also caught in the bone and made
a strange sound.
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