We are living in strange times. Being as I am an artistic spirit, this is not only an exceptionally challenging reality but also a very inspiring period.
I'm seeking silver linings like a princess in a fairytale would, when opening a hidden chest with a gold lock which talks. It has a face like the little door in the animated Adventures of Alice in Wonderland. It talks a bit like that too. Very annoyed and uncooperative. But the princess has a key she found under her grandmother's candy dish and she forces it into the keyhole and turns it until the metal clicks into place and then forgives her intrusive nature immediately. But there isn't anything inside the chest. So the girl takes her delicate, long, smooth fingers and feels along inside of its lining and sure enough, it feels slick and cold. She shines a lamp into the space and the silver glows like moonlight over still water. She found the silver lining. That's what I'm looking for too!
While I haven't any more actual silver in my life at the moment, than I already had in my possession before this pandemic were all living through occurred, I have found a new ritual past-time and that's sort of a similar thing! I have been howling. It is a wonderfully rewilding release and also a soul cry of the unnatural stress this unexpected isolation can bring. It is rewarding to look upon the face of the moon each night, see the subtle shifts and changes, the growth and soon enough it's gradual diminishment. So here is a little piece I wrote about this new nightly practice I so enjoy. It is something which has inspired me to write today and I hope you will join all us wild wolf spirits in the Worldwide collective with your own rolling howl tonight!