I love this winter wolf! He pensively stares at me through the snow, deep in the midst of the forest of the unconscious, reminding me that it takes strength, courage, and faith to be true to myself even when alone in the coldest of seasons. And he reminds that there are Seasons, that times change and things pass, and new growth occurs. He reminds me too that I have always been a wild child rather than a placid sheep, trusting my intuition and instincts, and knowing how important it is to develop a loving and trusting relationship with one’s Self.
A fellow graduate student of my doctoral university (The Union Institute in Cincinnati, Ohio) wrote the book on women who run with wolves and the men who love them. (See Links) In it she talks about ‘taking on the task of being on one’s own, developing one’s own consciousness about danger, intrigue, politic. Becoming alert to oneself, for oneself.’ It is an initiatory process for all human beings, men and women alike, and worth the danger and the pain that can strike us.