The Cry of the Wolves

I wrote this post in 2018 after a dream I had. In no way do I think this is premonition to the war in Ukraine but the symbolism that was spoken to me through this dream is not lost on me.. Today I no longer pray for peace, I pray for miracles.

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I dreamt last night of a pack of wolves attacking their young.  I was standing on a hillside looking down a gully at this horrific scene of wolves ripping their young from limb to limb.  I seemed to be paralyzed, I couldn’t move as I stared down the gully at the gruesome sight that was unfolding before me, as if I was watching a show on tv.  I kept thinking, wolves don’t devour their babies, has the world gone mad?  On the other side of the gully, some people arrived with their domesticated dogs and were throwing these completely defenseless animals down the gully to be devoured by the wolves.  At this point I came out of my trance and started running down the hillside toward the gully where this barbaric scene laid before me.  I never made it to the bottom because next I knew I was sitting straight…

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Just taking one step at a time and writing about the simple pleasures that make me smile.

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