Tug. Tug. Pull. Pull. Little Wolf pulls me forward. I feel her hand twisting my shirt up near my shoulder blades. She positions me directly in front of the wooden platform where the shaman wolf is resting peacefully. I turn to face Little Wolf for further guidance, but she is nowhere in sight.
Little Wolf, "the alpha wolf of the pack" seemed to have disappeared into thin air.
"Where did little wolf go?" I wondered to myself. What compelled her to pull me closer to the wolf?
My mind is looking for any clues. I reflect on her words spoken just a few moments before as we signed the waiver. Basically, signing our lives away.:)
"Listen up, Little Wolf shares with our group." There are shamans among these pack of wolves that you are about to meet. You may be approached by one of the wolves. Let them come to you. Let them sniff you. Stay calm. They will not bite. They like people. There is nothing you need to do. Just follow my lead and you will be fine. It's important that they come to you."
"You will be wise to give them space."
Coming back fully to the present moment, I scan the the pin to see if I can see Little Wolf.
A voice emerges from behind me.
"It's "Little Wolf." She has collapsed and fallen down to the ground,"
Two women lift and help Little Wolf out the gate of the pin leading back to the house. Chatter and a stirring fills the space.
Feeling uneasy about this chatter occurring on the east side of the pin, I make my way towards a close friend of Little Wolfs.
I feel moved to say something. Perhaps, this is why Little Wolf brought me close to the wolf. To receive a message.
The big question of the moment is who is the alpha wolf of the pack, now? Is there a back up "alpha wolf" among our pack. We were given explicit orders to not be alone without one.
I turn to the very friend who drove me here. A friend and ally of "Little Wolf" and the wolves. The next closest person to being the alpha wolf. I turn to her and ask how she would feel if we invite a few moments of silence to honor Little Wolf and quiet the stirring energy.
Right away the kind and sensitive woman calls the circle to gather. Joining from all four corners of the pin, we settle in. I thank everyone for gathering and say a few words as to why I felt inspired to gather everyone. I invite a silent moment to honor Little Wolf. And drop us into the land and with the wolves.
A wave of energy begins to rise and build within our circle of women gathered.
The desert is active with life. Roadrunners and wolves, humans and sunshine are alive on this rich desert floor.
As we connect our hearts intention and pulse of our circle, a great veil begins to lift, inspiring and enlivening the space.
The energy heavy and dense tugs and pulls. Being present with the flow of energy for some time, a rolling and shaking sensation begins to rumble below our feet. "Is everyone feeling this?" I wonder to myself. I can feel that the wolves can.
The heartbeat of the earth drawing us closer to the earth magnetizing the field. The rolling and shaking now softening, drops into a soft and gentle sensation. Yet strong and grounded. A feeling of stillness flows within the circle and on the land.
A stream of inner visions awaken.
A vision of Little Wolf flashes before my eyes. The image is of Little Wolf lying down on her bed resting. She feels supported and held in love. A second image forms. I see the wolves. The wolves are communicating with us. All across the land. I can hear them. I see them. I can even feel them on my skin. Relating...Thanking us.
"What are they saying or trying to show me? Show us?"
I listen. I begin to hear the thoughts of the wolves. Mostly in in the form of pictures. A flash of Little Wolf living on a distant land, much larger than this appears in the vision. The wolves are with her, too. Many wolves, actually. More than the 30 wolves that are on this land. A spacious and beautiful land with trees and grass. A place where they are free to roam.
I feel and see the wolves holding space for their dear friend, as Little Wolf moves through her healing opportunity.
Touched by the wolves presence, their loyalty and strength for their alpha wolf, I can feel the beauty of Little Wolf and the importance of her life path.
Resting in this space, a beautiful energy prevails. Feeling the circle, the earth, Little Wolf and the wolves, the energy culminates into a still and calm presence. Expanding beyond our circle to meet all forms of nature and humans, we close the circle feeling uplifted and happy.
I open my eyes, and with gratitude I check in with the circle and thank everyone for taking a moment to gather. It hasn't always been natural fo me to take the lead.
A palpably shift in the energy is felt by all. An experience of interconnectedness expands in all directions. Easter Sunday is shaping up to be an incredible and transformative day!
Our group of ten women exit the pin together, greeted by happy sun shining faces, waiting patiently to have their turn with the wolves.
When it comes time for the Easter meal and celebration "Little Wolf" comes out from her cozy abode into the light laughing and cracking jokes. She tells us stories around the table of the wolves, of her plans for creating and establishing a bigger and larger Sanctuary for the wolves. A land offering greater freedom for the wolves nestled in the middle of the country somewhere.
Just when I thought the great adventure was over I am flagged down by my new friend, the alternate "Little Wolf." She invites me to join her to feed the wolves. I gladly accept the invitation. I enter and stand close just inside the entrance, waiting to be called in. Three wolves gather and come close. They begin to sniff my body. Everywhere! Whoa...
After the wolves are fed, we leave the gate. We hear a howl...a couple howls, actually... My new friend turns to me and says "That is for YOU.' They are thanking and honoring you for what you did today." Naturally, I howl in return thanking and acknowledging them.. I am moved. What an amazing experience!
I am continually amazed by the magic that happens when we are fully present to each and every moment.