And She Sings . . .

“…whether by the speed of its running, or by splashing its way into a river, or by way of a ray of sunlight or moonlight hitting it right in the side, the wolf is suddenly transformed into a laughing woman who runs free toward the horizon.

So it is said that if you wander the desert, and it is near sundown, and you are perhaps a little bit lost, and certainly tired, that you are lucky, for La Loba may take a liking to you and show you something–something of the soul.

This La Loba Wild Woman who lives in the desert has been called by many names and crisscrosses all nations down through the centuries… She is the archivist of feminine intention. She preserves female tradition. Her whiskers sense the future; she has the far-seeing milky eye of the old crone; she lives backward and forward in time simultaneously, correcting for one side by dancing with the other.”

C. Pinkola-Estés – Women Who Run With The Wolves

Dance…dance…dance…