Answering Spirit's Call

Mother Earth was quiet when we finally left the Dancing Water that night, still wearing her cloak of fog. I was very tired, in body and mind, and yet felt very satisfied that everything had gone so well. I had much to think about and it would consume much of my time over the next several days. Indeed, to this day, I think back to that memorable week and remember some small detail, a particular lesson, and learn a little more about myself, and the Grandfathers' plan for me.

The learning never ceases, nor does the Path ever end. I am still learning, and unlearning - if you take my meaning. I walk the Path I do because it's how the Grandfathers wish it to be. I am not a great man and do not aspire to greatness. I am simply one small child of the Great Mystery, doing my best to answer the call and spread the message I have been given. My spirit hears the call and passes it on to me; I try my best to answer. If I can reach just one other person with my life work, I will leave this world truly happy.

As we approached our van, a small area of fog parted, uncovering a lone star in the sky. It was brighter than any star I'd ever seen, so bright that shadows sprang from the ground. As I looked up at it, I heard a wolf howl in the distance. This surprised me - there are no wolves in that part of the country. But it was a wolf; of that I am certain.

This voice could not be mistaken for a coyote, nor any of the wolf's smaller cousins. Neither was it a dog, the domesticated offspring of my spirit brother. I knew it was a wolf, and a handsome one. It was probably gray. Tears came to my eyes at this final gift of the night, as I realized that the wolf was only doing what he had to do, regardless of the consequences, what his heart told him was required if he was to be true to himself. He lifted his voice and sang to the sky because to not do so would have been to deny his own existence. You see: like me, he was answering his spirit's call.