October 29, 2003 ~ Working with Wolves

Wednesday.

Up and down and around Jones Mountain today and along the river too for another two and a half hour hike. Autumn is so fleeting. I feel as if I have to cram in as much exposure to it as I can, so that I may have my fill for the year. It is my favorite season, after all, but always over so fast.

It also saddens me that two and a half hours brings me past sunset now. Long hikes won't be so practical soon.

I've been thinking a lot, lately, about the charge that wolf put on me, months ago. She is still just as real to me as she was when I first woke. As much as I try to shake it, I can't lose the feeling that what happened with her was an encounter, a promise, that I must take completely seriously. What have I done? Not much, aside from what I have always done. I should be actively pursuing further ways to help.

Today, I saw a flyer at the college from the service learning office. It listed several local charities that needed volunteer help. Near the bottom, in small print, a wolf and wolf-hybrid rehabilitation sanctuary was listed. I had no idea that one was anywhere nearby. Turns out, it is right next to the college.

They need volunteers. I've filled out an application. I will turn it in tomorrow. Hopefully by the end of next month, I will be volunteering my time there, doing what I can for those amazing, misunderstood animals.

Working with wolves, working for wolves. I think that's a little closer to what she had in mind.





Footnotes:

weather: Warm, but chill in the shadows.
writing focus: Emails
observation: Sunset last night, I forgot to mention, was spectacular. Such intense purples and magentas, and rays breaking through the clouds, incredible formations, and such intensity. The world was on fire.
one year ago: Morgan found the perfect leaf on our Jones Mountain hike.
two years ago: A romantic night hike with Morgan. Ah, that was such a hike!
three years ago: Love, and making rags into riches..
four years ago: No entry.

online journals:

"To top it all off, the little heathens think it's the funniest thing EVer when I accidentally laugh at them. The other day I got so tickled that I had to just put my head down on my desk to keep from cackling. At first they freaked out, screaming, 'You see what you're doin'? You made Mrs. Dreamer CRY. Shut UP! SHUT UP! SHUT UP!!'" ~ A. in this entry of Me, Unabridged and Uncensored.

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