Musings on the Leo/Wolf Full Moon

Happy full moon everyone!

While this is the Leo full moon, it is also referred to as the Wolf Moon. I'm not sure about you, but I've been feeling quite wolf-like and so this musing is a little off course. It is a poem, an ode, to the Wolf Woman. To you. Because she lives within all of us. And she wants to be remembered <3

Enjoy!
Xx Faye

An Ode to the Wolf Woman

She moves gracefully, mysteriously through the winding trees.
Receptive to their space, their presence.
A dance with her rooted friends.
Another piece of mother nature's perfect puzzle.

She sees the path ahead of her before her tracks have been laid.
She bathes in the rivers and under the moonlight.
She makes wild love on the soft bed of moss beneath her, knowing that play is a part of her wildness.
Her wilderness.
Her soft growls of pleasure, her fierce growls of protection.
One and the same.
From the same animal that lies within.

She lightly growls with laughter at how the humans perceive her.
Dangerous. A threat.
Or worse, a power so strong they make her invisible.
Pretend not to see her, feeling safer with her presence left to myth.

But she has never asked to be feared.
Only revered.

Revered for her strength, her loyalty.
Revered in her power to be both the fiercest nurturer and the unwavering protector.
To cast her loving presence over her cubs, to show her teeth and attack if that sanctity is ever threatened.
One and same. From the same animal that lies within.

She does what she needs to do. Always.
Softly. Ferociously.

She does not apologize for the wildness that is her, whatever form that takes.
She is not afraid to draw blood when she must.
It is never for sport, only for survival.
She knows she has the power to destroy if she so chooses to.
But shows her true strength by wielding that power only when she must.

She knows the healing power of solitude, that some wounds need to be licked on their own.
She knows when she needs the powerful presence of her pack, the members of her tribe, for when it's time to play.
For when it's time to fight.
For when it's time to rest upon each other's pelts, feeling the warmth of another soothe her being after a long, hard day.

She weathers the storms, the droughts, the floods. Hunting deep into the woods, into the darkness, if that is what is required of her.
She is not afraid.

She wanders the path, never lost but always exploring.
Her keen senses knowing far beyond any eye could ever see.
The faintest crack of a branch, the squirrel's soft steps in the fresh snow -
She knows.

She knows when to pause, she knows when to pounce.
She knows when to howl with laughter, and when to howl with fierce intent.

The call of the wild. The call of her soul.

Try and tame her, set a snare for her and she will show you what she's made of.
She will not play dead.
She will attack.
She will show her strength of a thousand wolves if you think she is yours for the taking.

She will protect herself, her pack, at all costs.
And she will win.
Because she heeds the primal call within her, listens when the hairs stand up on her neck.
She knows that to be wild, to live in the harmonious tides of mother nature requires a strength, a courage.
A receptivity.
A dance between energies, knowing when to lead and when to be led.
When to take action, and when to rest.

It is this honouring, this knowing of her Deep Self that makes her who she is.
That makes her traverse the lands, gaze at the stars, hear the messages of the birds.

It is this knowing that makes her as supple as the newborn cub's paw and as hard and seasoned as the grandmother's.
It is this knowing that causes her to shed what no longer serves her. Release the coat that was meant for a different season, a different reason.
It is this knowing that brings her back to herself.
It is this knowing that makes her, her.

She is wild.
She is free.
She is the Wolf Woman.

And she is you.

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