She watched lurking around the shadows, what  she had  observed in the many moons since her arrival in this white mans world. Was anger, envy, sorrow,  arrogance, self-pity, , resentment, inferiority,  false pride, superiority, and ego. Many , far too many  were  feeding the wrong wolf, the wolf of evil. These masses  was excitable and some were conforming and others were being Golden,true to self.

The Wolf her name given by the Great Spirit to the Shaman of the tribe decades  before her birth, in a vision of light and love. The Great Spirit  heralded her arrival into this world and  the awakening that  would begin with her arrival.  She would be both strength undefined  and weakness beyond repair, a student who knows something and a teacher who knows nothing. Her heart would be unconditional love ,something lost to the world for many an eon. Her spirit would be unconditional acceptance of self, evolved to unconditional acceptance of all. Her mind heightened to the  tenth degree to see the things  that reside past ego. The Great Spirit echoed in the Shamans ear she will be everything and nothing, she is The Wolf, sister of the Moon daughter of the people, guided the by the winds of all directions that blow under the sun.

Brigid was a warrior of the tribe, had lived with them her whole life. Raised by Grandfather  Raven and Grandmother Fox. Her mother had been banned, but was allowed back briefly in her youth when she was pregnant with her. Since the child was of the tribe , they let her mother stay long enough to give birth to her. Making her leave the next day, the two  never able to bond . She loved her mother as any tribe member would love another, she did not love her as a child would  a mother, that love was reserved for the one who had raised her. She had no negative feelings towards her father if it had not been for his deed she would not be here, no she was not angry with him  she only felt grateful for the opportunity to have this life.

Which Wolf will you feed ?

Choose wisely

Feed the right wolf were grandfathers  words  constantly swimming through her head.

She had removed her coat revealing her the artwork that ran along her arms and down her shoulders, all tribal markings earned before carved into her cinnamon colored  flesh. She wore traditional clothing  a way of honoring her people and self.  Her tunic was mid thigh length  for free movement  with simple geometric shapes along the hemline. A knife sat in a beaded scabbard of hide  on her left hip , and a tomahawk hung on the right both attached with a  throng of unadorned  hide she used as a belt. She wore no shoes she love the feel of the earth  under her  feet , it kept her grounded , connected to the Great Spirit.

She slung  her leather fringed coat over her  left  shoulder letting it  hang as she crossed the road avoiding the honking cars  in front of her. She found a board with flyers and cards pinned to  it haphazardly blowing in the wind. This was what she had been looking for, a place for her to put her opinion to be  heard and ignored by many. She stood there  silently asking the sun of the south to join her adding strength , the winds of the east to connect with her adding creation. She continued to ask the earth of the north for grounding and stability  and the refreshing cleansing waters of the west to add there energies.

She pulled a standard piece of stationary from her pouch, meticulously unfolded it and posted it to the cork backed  billboard.

Remember a few things I have told you as you continue to grow into the people you will be.

Never cry over spilled milk,just clean up the mess and move on the best you can. Stay Golden , always stay true to yourself. It is okay to disagree, everyone is on their own path. If you feel the passion to fight for something , do it. Question Everything,Do your own investigating, research and observations in life. Question absolute authority, authority in general. Question anything and everything especially the information you are told is absolute truth. Believe non of what you hear and ,only half of what you see. Respect yourself , so you can respect others. Love your whole-self, the light and dark for complete balance. To each his or her own, complete acceptance of others for who they are. Do good deeds daily,be helpful to others if the opportunity rises, as what you put out you get back. The CEO is not better than the homeless man. .

Above all else remember I love you  unconditionally. I am proud of who are now, and who will become.

All My love, and understanding

The Universe

With the compulsion of the Great spirit gone from her spirit she faded back into the shadows of the city an unknown face among many.

Wandering through the streets and noticing the billboard, Keats stopped to read. He looked around for whoever had posted their wisdom there, but couldn't see any sign of them. Scribbling for a moment, he added his own post in what seemed to be the spirit of the original message. 

“This is what you shall do; Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward the people, take off your hat to nothing known or unknown or to any man or number of men, go freely with powerful uneducated persons and with the young and with the mothers of families, read these leaves in the open air every season of every year of your life, re-examine all you have been told at school or church or in any book, dismiss whatever insults your own soul, and your very flesh shall be a great poem and have the richest fluency not only in its words but in the silent lines of its lips and face and between the lashes of your eyes and in every motion and joint of your body.” - Walt Whitman