Alabaster sunk his paws deep in to the snow. He’d been up on the rocks, peeking down once more towards Pinehome City.
They were all together now. Nejla, Starlight, Tuva, Kriya, Ricky and Luca.
He could see them through his inner eyes. The two humans sitting on the floor by the Christmas tree. Sharing stories. Laughing. Remembering.
All four dogs sprawled out across the large kitchen floor.
What had once been the “Grand” waiting room in this timber wood train station building from the 1800s was now Ricky’s kitchen.
Alabaster made his way down, returning to the pack. How he loved these moments of approaching, feeling the warmth in his heart, connecting through the golden threads to his brothers, sisters, all the pups. Watching every single personality doing their thing while being in total harmony with the entire canine family.
Sure, they could growl and show off, change, walk off, start anew, return, explore. But that was because that is how things just are. If everyone is allowed to live out their purpose, harmony is what you get. And harmony includes storms, floods, falling trees, new growth.
You use the mind, heart, and soul, leading the body to the best possible solution for the highest good of all.
When you exist in a state of awareness where greed does not exist, you see everything through the eyes of Isa. The eyes of Isness.
He realized he’d let his mind wander in to the human domain again as he felt four youngsters rolling around him, asking for attention, nipping at his legs and paws.
“Come play, come play, Grandpapa Alabaster!”, they howled like a four octave choir.
“OK then!” Alabaster took off down the slope, zigzagging, jumping, rolling. Four young furballs falling over in his paw steps, doing their best to catch up.
A few of the packs hunters had just gotten back from their recon trip and joined in.
If you’ve ever seen a group of eight adult and four “just-out-of-puppyhood” wolves play on deep snow covered slope under the moon, star and sun lit winter morning sky, you know exactly what I am talking about.
Joy, aliveness, speed and wit dancing around in your heart.
Cecilia Götherström, December 10th 2021.
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