I see the hum as a wolf, always present, always supportive, always ready to run.
She comes to me, she of rough shaggy coat.
Solid shoulders, paws anchored to the ground.
She sits and watches me with eyes like bonfires.
Her head tilts with my expressions and when
she hears my voice as songs from within.
Often she curls on the rug near the heat.
Kind, she curls ’round, warms my feet;
no place for a muse, but she likes it there.
When she’s feeling frisky, she rests her
chin on top of my head as we look in the mirror.
She gets the urge, is prepared to prowl;
scratching at the floor, she needs to go —
me with her. We walk outside, then pad
along old paths, between trees and tall grass;
no place too worn or too dense. We fly.
We slip along ice of winter mountain streams.
We tunnel and jump through snowdrifts.
We race each other til midnight. Snow crystal faeries*
and stars join us as Sky Lady Luna begins the show.
We tilt our heads up and howl.
We need to be heard.
By you, our pack.
This is a re-post from 2019, tweaked a bit.
*Thanks to Alexandra for the idea after I read her poem about the sun flurries.
I’m also including a pic I took of the moon the other night, just as it was rising at dusk, not knowing it was the Wolf Moon until afterwards.
Gina is hosting dVerse today. Gina says:
What is the poetic hum in your life? What hums in the background of your life that inspires you as you unconsciously listen while you work and live? Is the drone always there or do you have to cultivate the inspiration?
Some points to ponder in your poem:
- should there be a clear line between your occupation and your creative writing?
- do you have to make up your mind which one you want to be or can you do both things at once?
- are you inspired by your “occupation” to write creatively?
- can the frustration you feel in your “other work” (non-creative writing life) also be an inspiration to write?
- does your current occupation limit your creative writing?
- what is the drone that hums in your background that inspires your writing?
Tao Talk 
Who let the dogs out?
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Watch out, they bite.
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this was just marvelous Jade, a spirit animal that hums in your background and one that guides and inspires you. i love how you let her take you on adventures and you see things through her eyes and thoughts. this is really becoming one with your poetic hum. wonderfully written Jade.
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Thanks Gina!
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This is such a vivid thought of running with a wolf, to find your spirit in that connection to be a pack of two… love it.
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Thanks, Bjorn.
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I love the smell of freedom in the lines:
‘We splash in the ice mountain streams
after rolling in a muddy pond with tadpoles
We race each other til dusk’.
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:) glad you connect with it Kim
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Made me think of spirit animals as well. Beautifully written!
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Thank you, Elizabeth :)
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Nice description: “When she’s feeling frisky, she rests her
chin on top of my head as we look in the mirror”
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Thank you Frank.
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This was awesome!
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Thank you, Irene :)
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What a lovely portrayal of an affinity with a spirit animal. An extraordinary journey into the spirit world.
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Very glad you connected with it, Beverly. The wolf is my writing spirit for sure.
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This is very cool.
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Thank you, S :)
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Love the metaphor! I think my muse is a mountain lion – at least that is what I dream of.
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Oh yes, I remember you talking about the mountain lion. Very awesome. I know at one point you were afraid of the mountain lion. Has that changed?
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In my dreams I always am – not sure if it has changed.
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Aarooooooo! (sound of howling)
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<3
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Cool description of your hum. I love the last 2 lines.
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Thank you, Astrid.
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Beautiful kindred relationship with your spirit animal. I was carried along… excellent Jade!
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Thanks Rob. I think I picked her up when I read Women Who Run With the Wolves. She attached herself to me at that time.
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Love the symbolism. Your howl is surely heard, loud and clear. :)
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Thank you so much, Maria. If you can hear my howl, you are an honorary member of the pack :)
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I had repeated dreams of wolves as a child: fearful nightmares at first that over years morphed into becoming one of the pack…this struck a chord, Jade.
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So happy to hear it. Our collective unconscious speaks to us through dream messages. So glad it morphed towards that positive place for you.
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I want a wolf now.
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<3
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A wolf is a powerful ally and would certainly get the poetic muse running. Love it…
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Thank you for reading and your comment :)
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Love your wolfish muse…! Loved this piece.
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Thank you so much. I love her too.
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This is fantastic Li! The hum of the spirit animal so wonderfully expressed.
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Thank you very much Punam
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You are welcome.
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Snow crystal faeries!
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:)
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such an uplifting analogy, great idea to repost it! Love your moon shot
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Kate, thank you. I’m trying to organize my archive and came across this one recently.
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I need to do some more culling, I like a spring clean of my blog and my life ;)
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So far no culling for me on posts, but one must do what one must do. ;)
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lol I cull posts, followers and comments ….
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