Wolf Day

I took this photograph yesterday as the sun flooded these abandoned fields, which are reverting to natural grasses and flowers. Today was the first walk this season in which I felt the need of a jacket. Hustled right along in order to get those bare arms back someplace with a congenial temperature, so took no photographs. 

Was amazed because I did not see a single wild creature, not a rabbit, quail, raven, or coyote. Perhaps that's due to the Mexican Wolf that my husband encountered on his bike ride an hour or two later. It has been many years since we've had one of those passing through the neighborhood. It seems a general alarm had gone out already.

Now I recall the very fresh outsize scat found smack in the middle of a dirt road out in the field. Wondered who in town had a dog that size that would walk it that far from town so very early in the morning.  Then it occurred to me that I often find coyote and bobcat scat right in the middle of the trail when I walk further into the hills (unlike my own dog who always dodges to the side before letting loose) so now I wonder if the wolf had not been prowling there just before first light (as I was walking about 30 minutes before the sun actually crested the mountains). As the light came up, he would have retreated to the mountain valley where my husband saw him bound across the path. 
  
So it's a Wolf Day. A rare day.

I've been preoccupied with sorting things out in my mind. I have not taken any vows or sought any blessings yet, though I still consider myself a dedicant and am fired up to study and learn. 

Am not interested in traditional Wicca which has always seemed the adolescent version of metaphysics, with the circle, the tools of art, the spellcasting, the love potions, the Book of Shadows. 

For me it must ramp up to something more integrated. I want to see the ordinary as infused with power. My dinner plate is the pentacle that nourishes me with the products of the earth; my wine glass the chalice of holy water: Every time I drink from it, every time I fill it I see blessings accumulate and incorporate; and when I use a knife to cut my food I also cut negative thoughts, unsupportive cords and outworn concepts. When I burn incense and hear wind chimes, I remember that we live in an airy clime where dragonflies and hummingbirds are frequent visitors, and we have a tendency to overthink.

A week ago I was still empty, recuperating from two trips in 4 weeks. Now I'm feeling the fires of desire again, the creative energy that wants to express in acts of power. Am revisiting my Intentions for 2012, loosely formulating some new directions, and looking carefully at the reason why I cannot seem to grow much of a garden, or complete a novel, or develop my considerable natural artistic skills, which never have seemed to interest me much.