"There is an old woman who lives in a hidden place that everyone knows in their souls but few have ever seen. She calls herself many names: La Huesera, Bone Woman; La Trapera, The Gatherer; and La Loba, the Wolf Woman.
The sole work of La Loba is the collecting of bones. She collects and preserves especially that which is in danger of being lost to the world. Her cave is filled with the bones of all manner of desert creatures: the deer, the rattlesnake, the crow. But her specialty is wolves.
She creeps and crawls and sifts through the montanas, mountains and arroyos, dry riverbeds, looking for wolf bones, and when she had assembled an entire skeleton, when the last bone is in place, and the beautiful white sculpture of the creature is laid out before her, she sits by the fire and thinks about what song she will sing.
And when she is sure, she stands over the criatura, raises her arms over it, and sings out. That is when the rib bones and leg bones of the wold begin to flesh out and the creature becomes furred. La Loba sings some more and more of the creatures comes into being; its tails curls upward, shaggy and strong.
And La Loba sings more and the wolf creature begins to breathe. And still La Loba sings so deeply that the floor of the desert shakes, and as she sings, the wolf open its eyes, leaps up, and runs away down the canyon.
Somewhere in its running, 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 remember, if you wander the dessert, 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."
Clarissa Pinkola Estes- Women Who Run With The Wolves
In the sounds hanging above the river bed, which create chain of echoes merging into one another, I settle on Pistavci for the sunset spectacle. I say: Hello! and the canyon responds: helloooo, helloooo, helloooo, helloooo..... If you look closely enough, the shadows of leaves flap under the mild summer breeze and in the distance a wail of the bell is heard. When the darkness conquers the sky, leaving the stars and galaxies twinkling like a suspended fireflies, almost at arms' reach, that's when the full moon emerges with a mystical silvery glow. And I feel deep deep calling within. It is as if the moonlight runs through the heart illuminating every cell, every tiny molecule. The tidal wave arises within my veins. And soon after, I hear howling coming from everywhere around me and deep within me, deep within my bones, I respond with laughter.
~to be continued~
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