I am so sad for my sister the wolf today. On my way to work this morning, in the middle of the highway, I saw a wolf, dead, having been hit by a car. She looked perfect, lying there, no damage, just still.
I was immediately filled with sadness.
You see, beyond everything else that is important to me: peace, justice, love, forgiveness, compassion, hope, understanding……. at the root of who I am is my Native American heritage and roots. It lives within my heart and soul. It is my identity. It is more than just a header on a blog page. My roots are Native, I feel it, I sense it, I am called back to it time and again. And, the wolf is my totem animal, that which I am in kindred spirit with more than any other living creature. It fills me up and keeps me connected to Mother Earth and Great Spirit and all that is pure and real.
To see that wolf, lying on the road this morning, filled me with such sadness.
The wolves, the deer, the foxes, the bear……. all have been here long before us. Long before we encroached on their lands, invaded their territory, and pushed them into different areas of the country, they were the residents here. They lived in cooperation with the original humans. We respected their role in the cycle and circle of life. We were in harmony with nature, but we also respected the role that nature and living creatures played. We were influenced by their loyalty to one another…….
Now, we live in fear of these beautiful creatures. For they also live in fear, so they are more aggressive and violent at times. So, by protecting themselves, they get a bad rap. They are to be exterminated for the good of the humans. They are so misunderstood.
They are not supposed to be in Pennsylvania. They have been forced out of their native land by humans, so now they are here, and we are afraid.
I know I should be afraid, but I am sad. So sad. I grieve for the lack of understanding, I grieve for the precious lives lost, lives taken. I grieve for my sister wolf.