The Coming of Wolf

From: http://www.universeofsymbolism.com/wolf-symbolism.html

Mystical Powers and Secrets of Wolf Symbolism...

As the supreme hunter of the forest, Wolf power animal teaches us how to find the resources we need, to be resourceful and to use the resources wisely, to keep moving forward, to keep evolving.  Wolf symbolism and totem teaches us to assess each situation and adapt as needed, always ready ... always prepared.

Wolf spirit animal is so very intuitive that he can sense your movements ~ anticipating your every move, he reads your mind as he is telepathic, you can learn this by bonding with his energy. 

Wolf symbolizes the meaning of freedom, he is free to roam the vast valleys and mountains of the forest, he is capable of shape~shifting and walking the Spirit realm, he can teach us how to do the same.

Wolf is a great teacher, he is loyal and loving to his family, the family hunts together with exquisite intuitive abilities they move together as one.  As a family, there is order within the pack, each shows tremendous discipline, and there is much delight in playing with the young pups.  All of the wolves in the pack protect and guard the family.   

Wolf symbolism and meaning can teach keen intuition and can help you see and sense the unseen, having a deep awareness and perception of all that is around.  The wolf can sense people and other animals for many miles around, he knows his terrain well.  Wolf totem medicine of perception appears now to teach you how to discern others as you tap into inner wisdom, strength and the realm of beyond what is seen, knowing what is best for you and what to avoid.

Sunrise - Whiterock Beach, Killiney, Dublin, Ireland: Dec 17, 2013

....and the morning Sun rises above the Eastern Sea...

A beautiful morning to watch the Sunrise on this day of the Full Moon...

Fire (Sun), Water (Sea), Earth (Beach), Air (Wind)... 

As One!

Father Sun rises in the East

Looking towards Bray Head, and the Little and Great Sugarloaf

Towards Dalkey Island

John Tavener: Prayer of The Heart - Bjork

The Universe - Alive!

Father Sun shines out his Loving Light,

Lover Earth looks on and holds him in her gaze,

Their child the Moon was the gift they received,

Created from these two great Beings through the Love they share.

The Moon in her cradle looks on,

Balanced at the centre point,

She reflects her Father's Light into her Mother's eyes,

Following her own path of the heart.

True love between this family of Angelic Beings,

Their joy in creation and growth, development and evolution,

Entangled in the energy they share.

The stars sparkle in the heavens above,

Other Suns, Other Earths, Other Moons,

Other family and friends,

Galaxies of swirling flowing forms,

Expressing joy in fulfilling their own creativity,

Sending out Light to form other worlds.

And humanity stands together now,

Holding hands on clear nights,

Soul Families,

Gaze up and shed tears of joy and love,

Because of the harmony and beauty of it all,

The Universe - Alive!

A Loving, evolving Organism!


This poem was inspired by the Biologist and Philosopher Rupert Sheldrake and his question: 
"Does the Sun think?"
http://www.sheldrake.org/homepage.html 

A Birthday Trip to Glendalough

I was drawn to Glendalough - every so often, I get a yearning to go there (it's only 45 mins from home in the Wicklow hills and is such a special place). The weather was so, so windy...

As I walked down towards the lake, I was being buffeted by the wind and I noticed the fact that most of the leaves had gone from the trees, though not all - a surprising number still clinging on despite (or to spite) the wind. I began to wonder about the wind and the trees and the leaves and began to make internal - external connections... 

The wind was somehow an outward expression of the energy that's been flowing around in me the last few years. I felt the wind represented my breath, the energy within. Sometimes unruly, buffeting me, challenging me to stay in balance, or even gain some balance. I looked again at the trees.... they had shed most of their leaves, but not all in the whirling dervish of the wind...this surprised me, but then I began to go deeper into the mystery...

When I looked into the trees further and focused on the leaves, I realised that this external vision of golds and yellows and browns and oranges and reds and all hues in between of leaves clinging to trees and trees releasing leaves was about me releasing attachments to things that I've put energy into over many years. About releasing, slowly and with thanks and blessing the old energy.

 

A huge amount of the tree's energy goes into producing the leaves and, in turn, the leaves repay the gift by creating energy from the sunlight for the tree. Then the tree, in the Autumn, withdraws the energy that is left and gradually, slowly releases the leaves. 

It is not an active giving away, a violent prising, but a natural release. The leaves have served their purpose, now they are released in an act of blessing to fertilise the soil and so the cycle continues. But, even in this wind, not all the leaves leave immediately. There are some tight attachments that remain, but they too will have their time for release.

I felt I understood something more about nature and more about myself and where I am right now. I'm releasing those things that have provided me with energy in the past and that have served me well. There are some attachments remaining, but those things too will be released when the time is right, when the tendrils that bind them to me dissipate and dissolve. I don't have to actively work at changing myself into something new in a mechanical way, for the transformation is organic. It occurs in due course. In time. With patience. In cycles that come and go and flow within and without. Like trees blessing leaves as they release them.

Next spring, the trees will awaken from their slumbers and the new shoots will spring forth. The new leaf buds will peep out fresh faced into the warm winds of spring, caressing them into the damp early morning light and the new cycle will begin again as they grow and develop and once again enliven the life of the tree.

A dance of love performed at the centre of the polarities between leaving and arriving, of coming and going, a creative tension that brings forth new shoots! Like this dance of ours with words and the feelings between within and beyond the words. 

It is now Autumn, going into winter, but the spring will come again and new life will appear. It may look the same, but it will also be very different. And so we in our wondrous ways will be the same, but different next spring.