Conceived Under the Snow Moon

The restlessness in the air was electric as the moon broke the eastern horizon. In the final stages of waxing it fought through the clouds to illuminate the stage for a night of intense emotional dissent. I could here them getting closer as the clouds relinquished their stronghold on the virgin sky. The spirits and dreams began to gather in the north, giving audience to the battle, dancing and waving their emerald and amythyst flags in anticipation. The wolves were here to fight. Alpha female, the white and glowing like the moon was the first to leave the safety of the forest cover. Across the frozen meadow the Alpha male, black as the night sky gave a long painful howl, giving voice to his intent. The flags fell to the earth as the two bodies collided. Fangs through flesh. The black wolf strikes first, unprovoked. Surprised by her opponent's rashness the white wolf has no choice but to retaliate, a long gash opens above the eye of the dark beast, blood and tears mix and fall to the snow, staining the purity of the powdery duvet with pain and trauma. The battle rages on for much of the night, neither animal ever gaining the upper hand. Neither animal prepared to submit. The elders and the dreamers vanish, leaving the stadium quiet but for the high pitched yelps as fur is torn from coat. They grow tired as the moon ripens towards the west and begins it's decent. The fight is over, at least for know. The moon now fully ripe and hovering above the westward horizon casts a yellow glow over the meadow. Serenity has fallen upon the weary couple as they gently and empatheticly tend to each other's wounds. Each wolf now fully aware of their endearment to their partner. Now a sense of warmth, kindness and love overwhelms the pair as the sky begins to awaken from it's deep slumber. They mate as the moon sinks into the abyss and the suns fiery glow floods over them. The seeds of a new generation are sown. Her womb receives the offering, a promise of her wild being. Now they rest,  still intertwined in a reassuring embrace only known by lovers of such dedication.
A new day is born.

This is a story of duality. Some of the players are real, the moon, the aurora and the earthly elements. The wolves I speak of are in my soul. This battle took place last night in my mind as I worked an overnight shift, 1500km away from home. The wolves represent the ebb and flood of emotions that run through me. I am often plague by loneliness, anger and fear. I am also blessed with a super loving family and social network. There is rarely a winner in this battle. There is only new opportunity. The gestation period of a mother wolf is about three months. These two lovers have given me a gift. A new litter will be born out of my intent to grow. For I know that when I use my heart and the spirit as a guide miracles do happen. What these new pups look like completely depends on how I channel my intent.