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July 28th, 2012 · 0 comments

early dawn with the wolves, a gentle pack of playful curiosity & unexpected affections. throughout the day i notice one of the females, a soft and gorgeous distant presence named Keeta, watching me. “she knows you’re new.” my mentor, smiling.

in the evening i am sat in the deepest quiet i have ever known, ensconced in these ancient mountains, this holy sky. i am careful in my presence, respectful in every gesture. turning on the quiet hum of my laptop feels obscene, here. there is a calm over everything, reverence and a healing. a relieved weeping held in the heart.

and always, and everywhere, the primal presence of these beautiful animals.

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finally curling into bed, i bring no thing but the grateful prayers of living near the earth, an exhausted, vibrant thrumming and one well-worn led zeppelin biography (ancient magic all its own). the cool and humid morning will find me disarmed, hair hanging long, hands opened. heart opened.

outside, a light rain; one soft singing moment into the next and into the next.

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