Well it has bee some time since an entry has been made and I now feel it is time. Again this is a personal Journal, so it will ramble at times. The entry that follows has been 2 weeks in making.....
THe past week has been a culmination of thought, reflection and panic. The seemingly endless roads that I roam, have landed me here in Black Mountain. The week is my as the group that came here, will not require the bus for the whole week. This has left ample free time, to much, to explore myself once again. This time the answers I seek have not changed. In fact they have become much clearer. Aside from accepting that things in life that cannot be changed,things have been added. In example I have taken the name of the animal known as my spirit guide.This is how interductions are now handled. The road is the true way of life and is true peace. Prisoner of the Highway I am. Many things in the mountains apeak to all iif they listen. How to be a peace with one self. Knowlage of what true beauty is in htis world beyond what humans create. Sounds that we cannot make, only imitate. The Wolf can run alone, or in a pack. Survial is better with the pack but can be done alone. Destiny holds the lone path for few. Many have to pack. The road ahead I fear will be that of the lone. Trying to run with other teaches that to those few,you MUST run alone or the pack will suffocate you. The few run into those that can run together as one. They are specaial and rare. I have one such I could run with, However his cub will always need him and so I again run alone until such time as we can run together. To you I say I will wait. My love is yours alone on the level we share and always will be. The ivitation to run with me here and on the other side is always there. This Wolf has learned of all the souls I have run with in passing, yours shall always be needed and welcome, and shown true love.
