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different topics. I want to hear more. Why do you think you have a wolf spirit guide?” He asked.
“Well, I guess I never really had a name for it until I was a teenager. I’d read a book, fiction, written by a Native American author. When the protagonist in the story described her wolf spirit guide, it rang true of some of my own unexplainable experiences. So, I did some research, and came to believe that I had the same. Though, I have not an ounce of Native American blood in me.”
“Details!” He hounded me like a child asking the why questions, though not annoying at all.
In fact, I found comfort in his questions, his interest. My shoulders relaxed, moving further away from my ears. Finally producing saliva again, I could wet my dry lips. I even, to my surprise, looked up into his eyes as I formed what I’d say next in my mind. Him running his hands down the outsides of my arms, pulling me closer, made me realize that I’d even leaned away from him.
“You’re in a safe zone, here. No judgment. No criticism. Just pure interest in what you have to say,” he added.
“Okay,” I agreed. “Well, once my mother died, maybe a few years after, in times of depression or trial, maybe when I felt alone the most, I would have this reoccurring dream of a wolf. I didn’t talk to him in the dream. Just his presence brought me comfort. As the dream progressed, I would even curl up with the wolf, sleep in its arms like a baby would its mother’s. As the years passed, I started to see eyes, golden ones, peering at me through the night. I don’t think there was ever anything there, and I didn’t check it out, but it happened often.”
I stopped then, realizing the similarity of my spirit guide’s eyes and the wolf I’d seen in the alley. Of course, the wolf of my dreams had been wolf size. The one in the alley that attacked the man had been much larger. I’d tried to push away this line of thinking before, but the coincidence of it all became suddenly undeniable.
“You okay? You suddenly went silent and pale. Where’d you go off to?”
“Ah, nowhere. Um, anyway, sorry, where was I? Right, the girl in the book I read had said the same thing about the eyes, how they’d shone gold in the night. There were even times, and I connected later that these were my lowest moments, that I could feel the hot breath of a wolf on my neck. If I turned around, nothing would be there, of course. In the book I read, the girl interacted with hers. I’ve never had such luck. Of course, I guess I could have freaked out just the same.”
“What did you learn when you researched?” He inquired further.
“You sure you want to hear all of this? When do I get to learn about you?” I mused.
“You heard me talk, or sing, for hours. I’m pretty close to an open book in my music. It’s only fair that I now get to listen to you. Besides, I’m dying to know more.”
He leaned in to kiss me then. Soft, reassuring, he cupped my cheeks again and kissed my mouth. His lips pulled from mine a few times, but came back again before I could even open my eyes.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt. I just can’t get enough of tasting you.”
“Never apologize for that!” I exclaimed.
“Continue. Please,” he asked.
“Well, in researching, the knowledge of what a wolf spirit guide means became even more profound in regards to me and what I had needed each of the times he had appeared to me, either in a dream or otherwise. First, it said that they appeared to those who have strong instincts and intelligence. I always knew that if I had nothing else, that I loved to read and to think. My father was always praising me on my intelligence.
Second, it said those with a wolf guide yearn for freedom. And, I did. The more I missed my mom, the more I wanted to run. Not from anything in particular, and I had no destination in mind, but I wanted freedom, one undefinable, from the
“Well, I guess I never really had a name for it until I was a teenager. I’d read a book, fiction, written by a Native American author. When the protagonist in the story described her wolf spirit guide, it rang true of some of my own unexplainable experiences. So, I did some research, and came to believe that I had the same. Though, I have not an ounce of Native American blood in me.”
“Details!” He hounded me like a child asking the why questions, though not annoying at all.
In fact, I found comfort in his questions, his interest. My shoulders relaxed, moving further away from my ears. Finally producing saliva again, I could wet my dry lips. I even, to my surprise, looked up into his eyes as I formed what I’d say next in my mind. Him running his hands down the outsides of my arms, pulling me closer, made me realize that I’d even leaned away from him.
“You’re in a safe zone, here. No judgment. No criticism. Just pure interest in what you have to say,” he added.
“Okay,” I agreed. “Well, once my mother died, maybe a few years after, in times of depression or trial, maybe when I felt alone the most, I would have this reoccurring dream of a wolf. I didn’t talk to him in the dream. Just his presence brought me comfort. As the dream progressed, I would even curl up with the wolf, sleep in its arms like a baby would its mother’s. As the years passed, I started to see eyes, golden ones, peering at me through the night. I don’t think there was ever anything there, and I didn’t check it out, but it happened often.”
I stopped then, realizing the similarity of my spirit guide’s eyes and the wolf I’d seen in the alley. Of course, the wolf of my dreams had been wolf size. The one in the alley that attacked the man had been much larger. I’d tried to push away this line of thinking before, but the coincidence of it all became suddenly undeniable.
“You okay? You suddenly went silent and pale. Where’d you go off to?”
“Ah, nowhere. Um, anyway, sorry, where was I? Right, the girl in the book I read had said the same thing about the eyes, how they’d shone gold in the night. There were even times, and I connected later that these were my lowest moments, that I could feel the hot breath of a wolf on my neck. If I turned around, nothing would be there, of course. In the book I read, the girl interacted with hers. I’ve never had such luck. Of course, I guess I could have freaked out just the same.”
“What did you learn when you researched?” He inquired further.
“You sure you want to hear all of this? When do I get to learn about you?” I mused.
“You heard me talk, or sing, for hours. I’m pretty close to an open book in my music. It’s only fair that I now get to listen to you. Besides, I’m dying to know more.”
He leaned in to kiss me then. Soft, reassuring, he cupped my cheeks again and kissed my mouth. His lips pulled from mine a few times, but came back again before I could even open my eyes.
“Didn’t mean to interrupt. I just can’t get enough of tasting you.”
“Never apologize for that!” I exclaimed.
“Continue. Please,” he asked.
“Well, in researching, the knowledge of what a wolf spirit guide means became even more profound in regards to me and what I had needed each of the times he had appeared to me, either in a dream or otherwise. First, it said that they appeared to those who have strong instincts and intelligence. I always knew that if I had nothing else, that I loved to read and to think. My father was always praising me on my intelligence.
Second, it said those with a wolf guide yearn for freedom. And, I did. The more I missed my mom, the more I wanted to run. Not from anything in particular, and I had no destination in mind, but I wanted freedom, one undefinable, from the
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