There is no need for tears or mournful cries in the night, just a need to be allowed to seek my own way, and wish them well on theirs. I have done my duty, they have done theirs. The raven would come out each night and soar in the moonlight because she liked the way the reflection of it played on her dark wings. I cannot go into the forest with them and survive as me, I cannot go into the forest and survive.

Wolf & Raven Poem by milijana jovanovic. A nice work about the raven and all of its abilities. First, they became friends. Autoplay next video. Then because Wolf and Raven are two of my spirit totems, the story touched me because it represented hearing the Earth and all the things  upon Her seen and unseen and realising that they were not just what you see when you only look with your eyes. The raven felt eyes watching her from below and looked down and into the adoring amber eyes of the wolf.Intrigued, the raven flew down to where the wolf stood on a cliff just out of the woods and lit on the ground beside him.“I am called Raven.” she said in her melodious voice.“I am called Wolf.” the wolf said in his deep, velvety voice.Having introduced themselves they frolicked and played all that night only heading home when light began to paint the sky. I have tried to turn it off and pretend that I don’t see, feel, and hear what I do, but it doesn’t work. Haunting and scary when chasing who we think we are, and not realizing we are already who we are supposed to be. Post was not sent - check your email addresses! I am a appreciator of all birds , the fowls of the airways, and their great grace and beauty. He said, that if she truly loved him, she would give up her wings, turn her back on the skies and come with him.The raven had tears in her eyes when she told him that if he loved her, he would grow wings, leave the forest behind and soar the skies with her.They stared at each other for a long time, both thinking of a life with the other and without what they loved most about they lives they currently led. wrdynamics@gmail.com Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window) Wolf And Raven by Blood Phoenix It is said that long ago, when the mists covered the world and all creatures lived in harmony, none hunting the other, that there lived a beautiful raven and a strong, powerful wolf. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. I am the quirky wildflower that grew in a meadow full of beautiful and rare orchids. Then they fell deeply in love.The wolf would dreamily talk of roaming the forest at night and how wonderful the smells were and how many night creatures he had met hidden within the trees.The raven would whisper in rapt tones about the freedom she felt when she soared across the sky. I will be proud of the fight, the accomplishments, the struggles, the triumphs, the dignity in failure, and the heritage of being one of them.And as I prepare to take to the sky, I will look longingly at their faces, hope that some will at least glance up or invite me to sit on a branch nearby every once and a while. The raven represents soaring free, cleverness, edginess, truth to self, acting on impulse and being quick enough to get out if it was a wrong move and can be boiled down into one word: me.I love and admire my family, they are, as I have said in past posts, amazing people, but I am not like them. That is what I had to figure out and write out loud.They do not have to free me. x Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email. As for the wolf..let him be for he can well take care … The wolf represents steadfastness, wisdom, loyalty, thinking things through and I think can be boiled down to what is quickly becoming a dirty word to me, duty. "Much I marveled this ungainly fowl"..Never more..Quoth the raven..words by Poe in his poem about the raven...You and I know the raven is beautiful and very intelligent.. quite the masterful work in nature. Perfect comment, thank you!Yes we often tie ourselves up in words when one is perfectly adequate! I needed to free myself. Let you in on a little secret, this birdie is scared breathless. Sorry, your blog cannot share posts by email. Duty does not make for an enriching or fulfilling life. They spent the rest of that night nestled together in silence. And each begun to cry, for they knew they could not give up what made them who they were to follow the other, for in doing so, they would become someone else. Post was not sent - check your email addresses! The raven would come out each night and soar in the moonlight because she liked the way the reflection of it played on her dark wings. carrying those I cherished most, memories of who I. thought I was. I simply cannot make myself see life through the same lens they use. And you spend so much time feeling guilty for still longing for the things you want, that do not fit the mold you have allowed yourself to be shoved into.I will always cherish each and every orchid in the garden of my family, smile when each unique fragrance crosses my memory.

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